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"Miché," she replied, looking up again with a tear standing in either eye, and then looking down once more as she began to speak, "I thing I thing she's lonesome." "You thing?" She nodded. "Ah! Madame Carraze," he said, partly extending his hand, "you see? 'Tis impossible to mague you' owze shud so tighd to priv-en dad. Madame, I med one mizteg." "Ah, non, Miché!" "Yez.
He continued: "Go h-open you' owze; I fin' you' daughteh dad uzban'." Madame Delphine was a helpless, timid thing; but her eyes showed she was about to resent this offer. Monsieur Vignevielle put forth his hand it touched her shoulder and said, kindly still, and without eagerness: "One w'ite man, Madame: 'tis prattycabble. I know 'tis prattycabble. One w'ite jantleman, Madame. You can truz me.
He continued: "Go h-open you' owze; I fin' you' daughteh dad' uzban'." Madame Delphine was a helpless, timid thing; but her eyes showed she was about to resent this offer. Monsieur Vignevielle put forth his hand it touched her shoulder and said, kindly still, and without eagerness. "One w'ite man, Madame; 'tis prattycabble. I know 'tis prattycabble. One w'ite jantleman, Madame. You can truz me.
"Miché," she replied, looking up again with a tear standing in either eye, and then looking down once more as she began to speak, "I thing I thing she's lonesome." "You thing?" She nodded. "Ah! Madame Carraze," he said, partly extending his hand, "you see? 'Tis impossible to mague you' owze shud so tighd to priv-en dad. Madame, I med one mizteg." "Ah, non, Miché!" "Yez.
I goin' fedge 'im. H-ondly you go h-open you' owze." Madame Delphine looked down, twining her handkerchief among her fingers. He repeated his proposition. "You will come firz by you'se'f?" she asked. "Iv you wand." She lifted up once more her eye of faith. That was her answer. "Come," he said, gently, "I wan' sen' some bird ad you' lill' gal."
I goin' fedge 'im. H-ondly you go h-open you' owze." Madame Delphine looked down, twining her handkerchief among her fingers. He repeated his proposition. "You will come firz by you'se'f?" she asked. "Iv you wand." She lifted up once more her eye of faith. That was her answer. "Come," he said, gently, "I wan' sen' some bird ad you' lill' gal."
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