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In a little while he fell to grumbling to himself, and soon he slouched back to the bar and said: "Lan'lord, what's your idea for rakin' up old personalities and blowin' about your father? Ain't this company agreeable to you? Ain't it? If this company ain't agreeable to you, p'r'aps we'd better leave. Is that your idea? Is that what you're coming at?"
He's at Ramsgate now, and I am to write him when I feel like givin him two days in which to discuss the question of negro slavery in America. But now I do not feel like it. London at last, and I'm stoppin at the Greenlion tavern. I like the lan'lord very much indeed.
There was cries of "Silence! Shame! Put him out! The Skoffer!" "Ain't we at the Spotted Boar?" the lan'lord hoarsely whispered. "No," I answered. "It's another kind of bore. Lis'en. Cromwell is goin' to speak through our inspired fren', now." "Is he?" said the lan'lord "is he? Wall, I've suthin to say, also. Was this Cromwell a licensed vittler?" "Not that I ever heard," I anserd.
"Why bless your soul, Arkansas, I warn't thinking of such a thing. My father and my mother " "Lan'lord, don't crowd a man! Don't do it. What's the matter with you this mornin', anyway? I never see a man carry on so." "Arkansas, I reely didn't mean no harm, and I won't go on with it if it's onpleasant to you.
In a little while he fell to grumbling to himself, and soon he slouched back to the bar and said: "Lan'lord, what's your idea for rakin' up old personalities and blowin' about your father? Ain't this company agreeable to you? Ain't it? If this company ain't agreeable to you, p'r'aps we'd better leave. Is that your idea? Is that what you're coming at?"
Among the females was one who was a fair and rosy young woman. She sot on the same seat we did, and the lan'lord of the Green Lion, whose frekent intervoos with other lan'lords that evenin had been too much for him, fastened his left eye on the fair and rosy young person, and smilin lovinly upon her, said: "You may give me, my dear, four-penny-worth of gin cold gin. I take it cold, because "
Somehow my coat was jerked off, the brest-pocket of which contained my pocket-book, and it parsed away like the brest pin. Then they sorter quietly hustled me into the street. It was about 12 at night when I reached the Green Lion. "Ha! ha! you sly old rascal, you've been up to larks!" said the lan'lord, larfin loudly, and digging his fist into my ribs.
Lisbeth, not listening to him, read these few words: "DEAR COUSIN, Be my Providence; give me three hundred francs this day. "What does he want so much money for?" "The lan'lord!" said Chardin, still trying to sketch arabesques.
"How vas dat?" "Vell, I shall hafe de little house vat dat poor Teufel Falleix should furnish for his mis'ess this year. I shall hafe all dat for fifty tousant franc to de creditors; and my notary, Maitre Cardot, shall hafe my orders to buy de house, for de lan'lord vant de money I knew dat, but I hat lost mein head.
"Yes, an' a bery clebber 'rangement for de lan'lord. He's a cute man de lan'lord. I s'pose you's agwine?" "No, I am not going. I have received no invitation; besides, I have no evening dress." "Bless you, massa, you don't need no invitation, nor evenin' dress needer! You just go as you are, an' it's all right." "But I have no wish to go. I would rather prepare for an early start to-morrow."
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