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"Yas, he asket me where is Ballards' folks, und I tol' heem by peek-neek, und he asket me where is it for a peek-neek is dey gone, und I tol' heem by Carter's woods by der river, und he asket me is Mees Betty gone by dem yet or is she home, und I tol' heem yas she is gone mit, und he is off like der vind on hees horse already." "When did you see the prisoner next?" "By Ballards' yard dot time."
"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!" "No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.
We take only human beings not monstrosities. Has he applied?" "Yess, monsieur; he tesires hees old apartment." "Which was that?" "Apartment A, monsieur; he hass always had t'e pest in t'e house when he come here mit' hees fat'er." "Well, apartment A's already taken; even if it were empty, he shouldn't have it. Where's your nerve, Pelletan here's your chance for revenge!"
So Pat and Henrys were not discharged were not instructed to "get their time." Fabian Laveque promptly demanded his. "Sacre bleu!" said he to old Jackson. "I no work wid dat dam-fool dat no t'ink wit' hees haid." This deprived the camp at once of a teamster and a team.
"It ees not lie that Jan Thoreau and hees violon come through the beeg snow," he replied softly. "It ees not lie!" There was more than gentleness in John Cummins' touch now. Jan could not understand it, but he yielded to it, and went back into the cabin. There was more than friendship in Cummins' eyes when he placed his hands again upon the boy's shoulders, and Jan could not understand that.
The few defects were those of purely oral imitation, the accents, even the slight reiteration of the "s," were Pepita's own: Cheeldren oof the Heavenly King, As ye journey essweetly ssing; Essing your great Redeemer's praise, Glorioos in Hees works and ways. He was astounded.
"I I stay with the leetle white angel for ever and ever!" he whispered, his words meant only for the unhearing ears of the child. "Jan Thoreau will stay, yes and hees violon! I give it to you and ze museek!" He laid his precious violin across the foot of the cot. In the days that followed, there came other things which Jan could not understand, and which he made no great effort to understand.
"You see," he said to Kay, in a confidential tone, "Don Miguel José Maria Federico Noriaga Farrel loves us. Never no woman those boy kees since hees mother die twenty year before. So Carolina have the great honor like me. Yes!"
You mek' you' weesh wid all you' heart, bien! Yaas, I see, I see!" Breathlessly did Manuela learn that her lover was true, but "dat light gal, yaas, she mek' nouvena in St. Rocque fo' hees love." "I give you one lil' charm, yaas," said the Wizened One when the seance was over, and Manuela, all white and nervous, leaned back in the rickety chair.
"Better to take la Longue Traverse in summer, eh?" "La Longue Traverse hees not mattaire w'en yo tak heem." "Right you are. Have there been men sent out since you came here?" "Ba oui. Wan, two, t'ree. I don' remember. I t'ink Jo Bagneau. Nobodee he don' know, but dat ole man an' hees coureurs du bois. He ees wan ver' great man. Nobodee is know w'at he will do."
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