We should simply be delivered dead on the Bras d'Or; that is all.
We laded all the bras shivers and shot abord the Hozeander this day.
Never; we met by chance in the alley which leads to Bras Rouge's house.
Each was supplied with a machete and was expected to furnish a bras of wood.
The lake of the Bras d'Or held the sheen of the western sun in its breast.
Each one supplies us with a bras of wood which is paid for with beads.
The road made a very sudden bend a few yards from the spot where Bras Rouge's son was with the Goualeuse.
The widow shook her head, as if she were only half convinced of Bras Rouge's probity.
Don't you recollect that Bras Rouge brought here in the evening a well-dressed man, who was desirous of concealing himself?
The dramatic story of Bras Coup is true as belonging to the time and the situation.