But now-Mon Pere, JE me 'cuse-there was something more, something that would not fall into the catalogue of the sins of every day.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
The man's eyes opened and in the strong light he evidently recognised the Bishop's grimy collar, for out of his cracked and swollen lips there came the moan: "Mon Pere, JE me 'cuse-" With a start, Ruth recognised the words.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
"JE le jure, madame," said JEanne.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke