1 Don't speak against him, my son.
2 My son, you distress me very much.
3 Sort de l'eau son corps rose et blanc.
4 There is a son, a charming fellow, I believe.
5 She mentally elevated her son to the dignity of an audience.
6 There was something fascinating in this son of love and death.
7 "Good-bye, my son," she answered with a bow of strained stateliness.
8 Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it.
9 She breathed more freely, and for the first time for many months she really admired her son.
10 For some months past she had felt ill at ease when she was alone with this rough stern son of hers.
11 There is some one at White's who wants immensely to know you--young Lord Poole, Bournemouth's eldest son.
12 It was with a renewed feeling of disappointment that she waved the tattered lace handkerchief from the window, as her son drove away.
13 "My son, don't say such dreadful things," murmured Mrs. Vane, taking up a tawdry theatrical dress, with a sigh, and beginning to patch it.
14 When the Duke de Valentinois, son of Alexander VI, visited Louis XII of France, his horse was loaded with gold leaves, according to Brantome, and his cap had double rows of rubies that threw out a great light.
15 The son, who had been his father's secretary, had resigned along with his chief, somewhat foolishly as was thought at the time, and on succeeding some months later to the title, had set himself to the serious study of the great aristocratic art of doing absolutely nothing.