Louey is a commune in the Hautes-Pyrénées department in south-western France.
Usage examples of "louey".
George and her sister Laura become her twofold brother and sister, the heavenly complication of more closely riveted ties, which would result from making George her brother-in-law as well as her brother, and Laura her sister-in-law as well as her sister, seemed to Louey one of those perfect arrangements which it might almost behove a deity to put himself out of the way to further.
The lovely lady, with the mouth and chin like those of the statues to be seen all along the walls in the Public Library, did not kiss as Louey understood kissing.
Lydiat continued to talk to Louey, as he might have talked to any other strange little girl whom he had chanced to find left by herself in the saloon.
He had not talked for many instants to Louey without feeling that he was in the presence of a nervous, sensitive organisation, whose balance of suffering was greater than its balance of enjoyment.
It was like magic, and Louey, like certain older people who call themselves agnostics, believed there was something in magic.
He looked at it long, and when he closed it again, his voice seemed to Louey to tremble a little.
Piper, quite unable to disentangle a brother for Louey out of the new family that had accrued to him.
Even Louey, who would have imagined a Black Hole to please her father, could not remember anything that might assist him in this respect.
Laura and her two cousins, with their little tea-cups in their hands, all laughing and talking like sisters, while George held up some absurd photographs of a stout, round-faced little girl, with a strongly--curved mouth, which he declared to be portraits of Sara in her early youth, Louey felt that her world contained all she could desire, or nearly all, for Louey had not forgotten that a wonderful thing was to happen the same evening, which would make her happiness altogether complete.
The bell, which brought forth pealing echoes at the lightest touch, rang with its usual clamour as the clock hands pointed to half-past eight, and Louey started up from her seat on the rug, her expectant eyes shining and hopeful.
He remembered afterwards that Laura had never so much as asked him where he was staying, and that it was Louey who ran out after him into the hall and put her arms round his neck before he went away.
And she and Louey talked about children who were to be rewarded with gilt-edged cards, and old men who had been so delighted with their tobacco, that they had quite forgotten there were some tracts for them as well, as though these were the most engrossing and entertaining topics in the world.
Margaret and Louey were kneeling with patterns of frocks for infant paupers, on either side of Mrs.
Hyde had been sitting with his host in the drawing-room before Francis and Louey came in with their flowers.
Last summer George and she had engaged Louey in the service, and made her sing for them when they were too exhausted to continue their reading of Swinburne or Dante Rossetti.