He turned his back on Belle Langdon and went down the right-hand steps.
Raising his eyes from a contemplation of the heels in front of him, he saw Belle Langdon.
I saw the host of the Belle Étoile which, as I said, was the sign and designation of my inn.
Shall I ever forget the heroic tableau of the hall of the Belle Étoile?
Belle spoke of this store as a "vile saloon" and of these men as "dockers."
The names of all these I learned from Belle and Anny the cook and my mother.
He was a drunken man, our old nurse Belle had told her, but Sue was sure he was a giant.
I did not do my belle such an injustice—and yet what could I think?
All hands manned the yards in the best parlor, and Peter and Belle was hitched.
She was the belle of Trumet, and had been for a good many years.