"I have expunged her from my heart," answered Clemenceau firmly.
Reduced to the simplest terms, that is the substance of Clemenceau's appeal.
Clemenceau makes me think of a stag, holding the wolves at bay, while his herd finds safety in flight.
Clemenceau, according to an American delegate, "had climbed on the band-wagon."
Clemenceau mechanically mounted the bay, and the gentleman assisted the lady upon the black.
Clemenceau was the chairman of the conference and sat at the head of the table.
This laugh, loud but not jolly as it was intended to appear, routed Clemenceau's solemn thoughts.
But Clemenceau, young democrat as he was then, would not recognize that virtue.
"My father was threatened in the same way," retorted Clemenceau.
Clemenceau, in concord with the bravest who had smothered her gallant in the mud!