The 43-year-old Borel is one of the few jockeys that people who do not follow horseracing have heard of.
There may not be many like Borel's little boy, but I know at least one.
At midnight, the old man was suffering so much that Dr. Borel was called in again.
But the service she meant to ask of me really was to accompany her to the Chateau Borel.
Dr. Borel himself brought Suzanne to the house at about twelve o'clock.
As to being watched, I imagine that the Chateau Borel could be subjected only to a most distant observation.
The child of the Assistant-Resident is Borel's boy personified.
I wish that Borel would go there, he might feel inspired to break into charming poetry.
We know what Borel has written on the gamelan (he calls it soul music).
And turning his back on it, he faced the entrance to the grounds of the Chateau Borel.