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An' now, señor, eet is all right for take the Rancho Palomar! Take eet, take eet! Ees nobody for care now nobody! Eef eet don' be for you daughter I don't let you have eet.
Dose shots dey come from zee wood, an' I not know who fire dem. Eet was strange, I not know eef there be one man or more, so I run aways wit' you." He had more to say upon that particular matter, but Helen Yardely had no ears for his words. Her hope was completely shattered by the half-breed's explanation of those pursuing shots.
"Alas, carissima mia, to-morra you sall haf all! But dis place is so remote." "It is not remote," said Minnie. "It's close by roads and villages and things. Why, here is Ethel; she has been in a village where there are houses, and people, and as many chairs as she wants." "Oh, mees, eef you will but wait an' be patient eef you will but wait an' see how tender I will be, an' how I lof you."
"Vell, eef you put it so, I must say No," said the superintendent and instantly the leader turned on his heel. He did not take the trouble to say good-day, but snapped his finger and strode away. Now the other members of the committee got up and went out, pausing to say good morning to the superintendent who stood up to watch the procession pass out into the wide hall.
"Maybee," said Achille cheerfully, "you stan' some show not moche eef he sen' you out pret' queeck. Does small perdrix is yonge, an' dose duck. Maybee you is catch dem, maybee you is keel dem wit' bow an' arrow. Dat's not beeg chance. You mus' geev dose coureurs de bois de sleep w'en you arrive. Voil
"Cut out the pantomime and disgorge the information, for the love of heaven," Parker pleaded. "He peench" Pablo's voice rose to a pseudo-feminine screech "the cheek of" he whirled upon Mrs. Parker and transfixed her with a tobacco-stained index finger "Señorita Parker, so help me, by Jimmy, eef I tell you some lies I hope I die pretty queeck." Both the Parkers stared at the old man blankly.
He say no word, but dat beega man he musta watch, for desa gang-men dey busta de stand, and dey tella Beppo to geet out or dey busta heem. Beppo he tell me I can hava de stand eef I pay him some eacha week. I take it and now I am afraid de busta me!" Bobbie laid a comforting hand upon the man's heaving shoulder. "There, don't you worry. Don't tell anyone else you're his cousin, and I won't either.
"Ah, so; well, we will forget all dis, leedle girl," and he bent down and took Polly's other fingers that hung by her side. "And eef you not let me come to-morrow to your leedle music room, and tell you sometings to help you learn better, I shall know dat you no like me now eh?" "Oh, sir," Polly lifted her face, flooded with rosy colour up to her brown hair, "if you only will forgive me?"
There, in the parlour door, stood the stranger, with his coat off, his violin hugged close under his chin, his right arm making the bow fly over the strings, his black eyes sparkling, and his stockinged feet marking time to the tune. "DANSEZ! DANSEZ," he cried, "EN AVANT! Don' spik'. Don' res'! Ah'll goin' play de feedle fo' yo' jess moch yo' lak', eef yo' h'only DANSE!"
He thought of the little monkey. "Dees is greet! dees is too goot! Jud, we peek it oop in de road, heh?" "I'm kinder afraid we'll wake an' find it a dream, Billy hurry up. Get the cash." Billy was thoughtful: "Tree hun'd'd dollars Jud eef eef " he shook his head. "Now, Billy," said Jud patronizingly "that's nonsense. Bonaparte will eat him alive in two minutes.
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