"I will sell him to you, cesaire, for three pistoles" (thirty francs).
Marie, go away for five minutes to your room, while I talk to cesaire.
cesaire had disappeared, taking advantage of the door being open.
Nothing was changed, except that his son cesaire slept in the cemetery.
cesaire toiled hard, rose early and left off work late, in order to save the expense of a hired man.
Then he slipped into the dark and hollow bed in which she had slept with cesaire.
cesaire looked straight before him through the window, thinking of nothing, quite happy.
cesaire Horlaville closed the door, climbed up on his box and snapped his whip.
And cesaire Houlbreque returned home, his heart relieved of a great weight.
cesaire Horlaville himself, whip in hand, had come in to observe the proceedings.