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"Ot'er white men not same lak your fat'er." Bela's face fell. "Well, what must I do?" she asked. "There is moch to be said. If you clever you mak' your white man marry you." "How?" she demanded. Musq'oosis shrugged. "I can't tell you in one word," he replied. "I can't stay with these people," she said, frowning. "All right," said Musq'oosis. "But stay in the country. This is your country.
I play trick for to mak' fun and be friends. Now I know ot'er white men not lak my fat'er. Now I look out for myself." Big Jack had the grace to scowl shamefacedly and look away. "Say, that's right," he muttered. "You're dead right, sister. We got in wrong. I'm sorry. These other fellows, they're sorry, too. We made it up together to tell you we was sorry.
It is t'e same vit' man and voman; t'ey are animals. T'e ugly man or voman is veak, diseased or inferior. On t'e ot'er hand," I felt what was coming by the sudden oiling of his squeak "t'e goot man or voman, t'e goot human organism, mus' haf beauty. Not so?" Again he rubbed his hands. Helen glanced mischievously at me, as a half-repressed snort interrupted his dissertation.
"Look at each ot'er," he whispered. But it was at him they looked. Still smiling, a dread change came over his face. His body quivered slightly, there was a strange sound in his throat. His jaw dropped. "Oh, he's gone!" whispered Bela. Then they looked at each other, looked straight into each other's souls. She swayed toward him, and his arms went around her swiftly.
You cannot go forward or back. Ask Company man if Kakisas shoot straight!" Inspector Egerton's answer was a hearty laugh. "Capital!" he cried. "Laugh!" cried Watusk furiously. "You no harder than ot'er man. You got no medicine to stop those bullets you sell us! No? If bullets go t'rough your red coats you die lak ot'er men I guess!"
He a soldier in that war, wear red coat, ver' fine. Ot'er soldier call him Smiler Forest. Red people call him Bird-Mouth for cause he all tam mak' music wit' his wind, so" here Musq'oosis imitated a man whistling. "He is one good soldier. Brave. The Great Mother across the water send him a medal wit' her face on it for cause he so brave." "What is medal?" interrupted Bela.
"How are you going to stop me?" he demanded truculently. "I tell the ot'er boys," she said coolly. "They keep you out." "You won't do that," he returned, sneering. "You find out pretty soon." "You won't do that," he repeated. "Because I got something on you now." She looked at him sharply. Then shrugged scornfully. "Everybody know all about me." "There's something Sam don't know yet."
He is here by me, but I t'ink you best not take him, hmm? To cross t'e creek and go round t'e ot'er way take you more as all night; and to go back t'is same way you come, even if I wrap him up in piece paper you haven't got a lawch insite pocket you can carry him?" He laughed silently and the next instant was more in earnest than ever. "She is in a tight place!
"But, monsieur, efen at t'e old price, we haf always gif a tiscount! It iss only Americans who pay t'e full price. Ot'er people expec' " Rushford waved his hand. "I don't care what they expect. Besides, there's going to be one hotel in Europe where Americans get a square deal. If your compatriots don't want to patronise my house, they can go to that low-down lunatic asylum across the street.
"M'sieu' David is one fine young man, but he not know the big woods lak' ol' Jean. The ot'er man, he also not know." Jean shrugged his broad shoulders. "If all Jean's life he stay in cities, it would be so wit' him." "But Jean, have you any idea of what might have happened to Tom?" entreated Mrs. Gray. Again Jean shrugged. "Many t'ings might 'appen.
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