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For myself I hold not with the Italian style and its eternal ornament and repetitions." "Aha ha Mistare Gay, I haf you now," chuckled Pepusch. "Your Purcell Engleesh is. He copy de Italian den." "Oh, may be may be in his own style," rejoined Gay hastily. "But here is my verse. Oblige me with the music." During the discussion Gay had been turning over a pile of manuscript on the table.
It was not serious, but she could sing no more that evening. To-morrow evening ah, yes. Most certainly. But to-night no. Monsieur Hairee Opkins, the most famous Engleesh comedy artiste would now entertain the patrons of L'Abbaye. He begged, he entreated attention for Monsieur Opkins. I did not wait for "Monsieur Hairee." I forced my way to the door.
After getting rid of a uniformed interpreter, whose one idea was to give us an "Engleesh dinner, very good, very sheep," we made up our own order. Of course bouillabaisse et soupe de poissons was the first item.
Afterwards I will send you there in the carriage." As she spoke a tall gaunt man in ultra-clerical attire, with a very large hooked nose and wearing a pair of blue spectacles, came shuffling towards them. "Madame is Engleesh?" he said, peering at her through the blue glasses. "Oh! it is easy to know it, though I am so blind.
"Me Engleesh speaking, sir." "Good me, good man me." "Baggage carrying me." They are here, there, and everywhere, so good-natured, so lively, so different from the stolid English porters. Their eyes are very bright and they will take money of any kind, French or English, it matters not to them.
Has Madame by chance seen a leetle, leetle Engleesh boy, who should arrive out of this train? I look everywhere and I cannot find him, and the conducteur, he says he not there. No leetle boy in the second class. His name it is Godfrey, the son of an English pasteur, a man who fear God in the right way."
My father does not understan' me, you saw, Monsieur, he does not appreciate that is the Engleesh. Mon Dieu, you saw it this night. I, who spik to you, am made for a courtier, a noble. I have the gift. La Louisiane she is not so big enough for me." He lowered his voice still further, and bent nearer to me. "Monsieur, I run away to France. My cousin the Marquis will help me.
"I speek Engleesh," said Juliette, with solemn grandeur. "I'm jolly glad to hear it," replied Godfrey, "and I parle Francais, or soon shall, I hope." Such was Godfrey's introduction to his new home at Kleindorf, where very soon he was happy enough.
What do you want?" she asked in a low voice, at the same time leading him to the side of the room further away from her lover. Jose Castro's first words were in Spanish, but immediately perceiving that he failed to make her understand, he nodded comprehendingly, and said: "All righta I espeak Engleesh I am Jose Castro too well known to the Maestro. I want to see 'im."
Kate paused, hitched one shoulder to her ear, spread out her hands, and elevated her eyebrows in ridiculous mimicry of Mademoiselle's mannerisms. "Did she evare neglect her work? Jamais, nevare! Did she evare forget that she was a jeune fille, and be'ave like a vild, rough boy? Jamais, jamais! Was she evare like these Engleesh rude, impairtinent, disobedient? Mais non!
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