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Bateese say, 'Tie ze stone roun' hees neck an' mak' heem wan ANGE DE MER. Chuck heem in ze river, MA BELLE Jeanne! An' she say no, mak heem well, an' feed heem feesh. So I bring ze feesh which she promise, an' when you have eat, I tell you somet'ing!" He returned to the door and brought back with him a wicker basket.
You're keeping back something. My father is hurt." "Non, for sure," said Perault, putting his hand over his heart. "Hees broke dat bone on de collar. Dat noting 'tall. He not ride ver' well, so hees come on beeg feller's buckboard. Dat's fine beeg feller! Mon Dieu! hees not 'fraid noting! Beeg blam-fool jus' lak boss." No higher commendation was possible from Perault.
"Feller lak heem got no beesness for be here 'tall." "He didna have tae come here," MacDonald answered carelessly. "An' he disna have tae stay." "Oh, sure, Ah know dat, me," Mike agreed. "All same hees feel bad." Which was a correct, if brief, estimate of Mr. Thompson's emotions as he stood on the bank watching the gray canoe slip silently out of his ken.
"Where can I find the man who runs the woodyard?" he asked. "'Deed, I reckon he am in hees store dar, boss," came the reply. "A store, eh? Where is it situated?" continued Maurice, bent on following up the clue. "See dat flare up yander dat am de light in de windy. Mars Kim he keep gen'ral 'sortment ob goods. On'y place to buy grits in ten mile," observed the other, pointing.
Does Injun is step ver' sof' an' go on bunk of Pierre Cadotte. Pierre Cadotte is mak' de beeg cry. Dick Henderson say he no see dose Injun no more, an' he fin' de door shut' Ba Pierre Cadotte, she's go dead. He is mak' wan beeg hole in hees ches'." "Some enemy, some robber frightened Away because the Henderson man woke up, probably," suggested Ned Trent.
"Yes, YES! I'd rather it was you than anybody, but married I'll be on Sunday. I'll never let them laugh at me." Doret held his silence for a moment, then he looked up and said, in level tones: "It's easy t'ing for go an' ask 'im, but you mus' hear hees answer wit' your own ears den you can't t'ink I'm lyin'. I'll fetch 'im 'ere on dis place if you feex it for hide you'se'f behin' dose post."
Und I seen heem stand und vaitin' minute by der door outside, und I get me low under dem little small flowers bushes Ballards is got by der door under dot vindow dere, und I seen heem, he goin' in, and yust dere is Mees Betty sittin', und he go quvick down on hees knees, und dere she yump lak she is scairt.
Hees, on a matther of consitherable impartance." All these preliminaries were to be complied with before Mr. Macshane would enter at all into the subject of his visit. The horse and man were cared for; Mr. Hayes was called in; and not a little anxious did Mrs. Hayes grow, in the meanwhile, with regard to the fate of her darling son. "Where is he? How is he? Is he dead?" said the old lady.
Madam, how blest am I To see you thus past hope recovered, My mirth at your faire wedding shall demonstrate. Sir Gef. Doe you know me, Sir? Bon. Yes, very well, sir. Suc. You are married, sir. Bon. I, what of that? Suc. Lady. But where's my Steward? hees not hangd I hope: This mirth admits no Tragedy. Gri. Behold the figure. Alex. I crave forgivenesse. Lady. Goe to, you have it. Alex. Sir Gef.
Many years ziss veenyard is owned by my people my anceestors. Even ze village is name for my family Lateur. You know ze Franco-Prussian War when Zhermany take Alsace-Lorraine yess?" "Yes," said Tom. "My pappa fight for France. Hees arm he lose. When it is over and Alsace is lost, he haf' lost more than hees arm. Hees spirit! Where can he go? Away from ze veenyard? Here he hass lived always."
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