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Finally I sort of strolled over to her I knew she couldn't any more than knock me down and said, kind of casual, 'What's doing? She looked up at me, like a kid, in that funny shawl. She knew I was an Englees, right away. I guess I must have a fine, open countenance. And I had motioned toward the red carpet, and the crowded windows.

"I find heem on ze Lunch R-rock, where I step. Eet ees half to you an' lettl' Marian half to ma femme an' ze bébé. You weel find heem?" "Ore?" repeated Ike, doubtingly. "You talking French or English?" "Or! Oui! Een Englees eet ees gol', you say! I find heem back zere by ze Lunch R-rock. Zen some one shoot I no see heem! I not know w'y. One 'bang! I hear an' zat ees all.

She Englees yis I remembers. A ver' fine and big demoiselle. She wish to come out at de opera. But she too large mooch too large. Englees yis La Juive." "A Jewess?" cried Jennings in his turn. "I swear to you, mon ami. Englees Jewess, mais oui! For ten months she dance here, tree year gone. Zen zee orange peels and pouf! I see her no mores. But never dance no too large, une grande demoiselle."

Ah, yis I haf had miny zey are not steef like ze cochon Englees. Describe ze looks, mon ami." Jennings did so, to the best of his ability, but the old man still appeared undecided. "But she has been ill for three years," added Jennings. "She fell and hurt her back, and " "Eh wha-a-at Celestine!" cried Le Beau excitedly. "She did fall and hurt hersilf eh, yis mos' dredfil.

Tree pound; quite raight; oh, certainly. But ze four piece of gold, a louis non ze Englees sufferin " "The English sovereign. Yes." "It was bad money ver bad." "Have you got it?" asked Jennings, feeling that he was on the brink of a discovery. "Non. I pitch him far off in rages. I know now, Celestine Durand. I admire her; oh, yis. Fine womans a viecked eye. Mais une no, not zat. Bad, I tell you.