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And leetle mans keek beeg mans, an' him cry like, vot you call ah! vot you call ze kid. And leetle mans keek an' keek an' keek, an' bime by, long time, long way, keek beeg mans into my cabin. Tree days 'fore him crawl out my blankets. Nevaire I see beeg squaw like him. No nevaire. Him haf vot you call ze streak of fat. You bet." "But there was Axel Gunderson," Prince spoke up.
"I nevaire do pay things," answered Felicia, greatly bewildered, "you see Mademoiselle D'Ormy did not teach me much about money and Margot only knows a little about money. Grandy paid for things until he fell and now Margot pays for them. But you see Margot gets our money from Mr.
"Stop the clock nevaire! what crime to think of! the clock must not stop till he stop himself!" "All right, Monsoor, you can explain all that to Mr. Alan Craig. The clock, like everything else here, belongs to him now, and I happen to have a headache this morning." "Hah! you have rejoice at the return of the young Mr.
Why you glare at me wiz ze eye? Why you keep calling me Bess-ee?" "Are you not Bessie my Bessie?" "You haf ze very strange idea in your mind, saire. I nevaire saw you before." Berlin Carson was like one dazed and utterly bewildered. To all appearances he had badly alarmed the girl.
"Self-interest." "As monsieur pleases. But it was strange, ver strange for a grande dame like that to write letters sheets on sheets and then not send them, nevaire.
It was Piqueur who told me this song. Piqueur is a vairee old gardener, who once was a soldier. He fought in battle. He was hurt vairee much. His head has nevaire been quite right since then. But some one taught him to be a vairee good gardener and that made him forget how frightful war had been.
The man grinned, showing two magnificent rows of strong white teeth. "I belong to Detroit?" he replied. "Nevaire! I belong to no place. I am ze Frenchman; le Canadien; voyageur, coureur du bois, l'homme of ze wind ovair ze mountains an' ze plain. I am Pierre Louis Lajeunais, who was born at Trois Rivières in ze Province of Quebec, which is a long way from here."
Swaying unsteadily, the mulatto looked around him through eyes closed to snakelike slits. "Raffin," said Ambrose, "you-all has on yo' back de Eye ob Voodoo. Dese gennlemen hyar thinks yo' is a Voodoo. Ah know yo' ain't!" "I am a Voodoo! An' you, you sacré cochon," hissed Raffin, "I'll make you wish you had nevaire been born!"
With a swift motion Baroni swept up the music from the piano and shovelled it pell-mell into the young man's arms. "Oh, go away, go away!" he said impatiently. "You are a voice just a voice and nothing more. You will nevaire be an artist!" And he turned his back on him.
After that it disappeared, though the years were not many before the Indian hunters noted a change in the breed of timber wolves, and there were dashes of bright color and variegated markings such as no wolf bore before. "You what you call lazy mans, you lazy mans would desire me to haf for wife. It is not good. Nevaire, no, nevaire, will lazy mans my hoosband be."
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