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"You will find Eugenie a sharp customer," said Asie. "I found her for madame." "Hah! I know her!" cried the millionaire, laughing. "She haf fleeced me out of dirty tousant franc." Esther shuddered with horror in a way that would have led a man of any feeling to trust her with his fortune. "Oh, dat vas mein own fault," the Baron said. "I vas seeking for you."

"Hah!" exclaimed Jorth, with a stain of red in his sallow cheek. "Reckon none of that is news to me. I knew all that." Ellen wondered if he had heard of her meeting with Jean Isbel. If not he would hear as soon as Simm Bruce and Lorenzo came back. She decided to forestall them. "Dad, I met Jean Isbel. He came into my camp. Asked the way to the Rim. I showed him. We we talked a little.

"Dey do not wish wealfth no we have dis," pointing to all his own earthly belongings in the little whitewashed adobe room, "and now I will read you a little poem I make on de snow mountains. Hah! Iss not dis good?" "Mighty good," though I was not thinking of the poem.

They said his wife was dead and they had buried her under his house; then he made layog for his wife. The father of Siagon was head man of Patok. He walked one night on the road which goes to Domayko. In the road he saw a big man whom he thought was Padawil. Then he smelt a bad odor and knew it was a ladag He struck it with his whip and it said, "Hah."

Hah Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious there what shall I do? Sir Feeb. Well, Sir, do you not know that I am married, Sir? and this my Wedding Night? Sir Cau. Very good, Sir. Sir Feeb. And that I long to be in bed? Sir Cau. Very well, Sir. Sir Feeb. Sir Cau. Patience, Brother and forward. Sir Feeb. Forward! lend me your hand, good Brother; let's feel your Pulse; how has this Night gone with you?

"Hard for you, perhaps; but how many chickens and ducklings have you stolen? how many unfortunate lambs have you blinded this spring? Can't have ravens here. Hah! that's it."

Misty Posson Jone'," he continued, "you make a so droll sermon ad the bull-ring. Ha! ha! I swear I think you can make money to preach thad sermon many time ad the theatre St. Philippe. Hah! you is the moz brave dat I never see, mais ad the same time the moz rilligious man. Where I'm goin' to fin' one priest to make like dat? Mais, why you can't cheer up an' be 'appy?

Bertrand, my good fellow, thou shouldst have been among them; I warrant thou wouldst have won the race! 'Hah! you are at your old tricks again, said Bertrand in a surly tone.

"Hah!" said the Marquis, glancing round the luxurious room. "To the eye it is fair enough, here; but seen in its integrity, under the sky, and by the daylight, it is a crumbling tower of waste, mismanagement, extortion, debt, mortgage, oppression, hunger, nakedness, and suffering." "Hah!" said the Marquis again, in a well-satisfied manner. There is a curse on it, and on all this land."