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'Sieur Mazaro, neider you, neider somebody helse s'all h'use de nem of me daughter. It is nod possib' dad you s'all spick him! I cannot pearmid thad." While the old man was speaking these vehement words, the Cuban was emphatically nodding approval. "Co-rect-a, co-rect-a, Senor," he replied. "Senor, you' r-r-right-a; escuse-a me, Senor, escuse-a me.
"S'all right," he muttered once, his tongue thick with pain. "S'always been all right!" And he laughed aloud, a laugh of utter confidence in spite of all its unsteadiness. "Twelve thousand dollars," he said, "and and he never whipped me! He never could not the best day he ever lived!"
Ben would never do a thing like that!" "Not he! I'd be as like to do it mysen. Thou must go thy ways and see Martha as soon as iver t' dinner is eat. I s'all stand by Martha and Ben to t' varry last. Ben Craven murder any-body! Hee! I crack't out laughing when I heard tell o' such nonsense." In fact, the squire had been touched in a very tender spot.
"Aye, lad! she s'all look upon it wi' ye, mony's the sweet mornin' yet, an it please the good God." The effort to look and to speak had overpowered the weary child, and he sank back again into unconsciousness. Then began the journey home.
Surely enough the prints of the child's feet soon led the tired searchers back to the opening from Conway's chamber. They looked at each other in silent disappointment, and sat down for a few moments to rest and to try to think. Bachelor Billy was the first to rise to his feet. "Mike," he said, "the lad's i' this auld mine. Be it soon or late I s'all find 'im.
He started up in bed, clutching at the coverings in an attempt, to save himself from apparent disaster, trembling from head to foot, moaning hoarsely in his fright. "What is it, Ralph, lad, what's ailin' ye?" "Oh, don't! don't let him throw me Uncle Billy, is that you?" "It's me, Ralph. Waur ye dreamin'? There, never mind; no one s'all harm ye, ye're safe i' the bed at hame.
He found himself confronted by Nelia in a white-faced, low-voiced fury instead of in the mood he had expected. She wasn't sorry; she wasn't apologetic; she wasn't even amiable or conciliatory. "Gus Carline! Drunk, as usual. What do you mean by this?" "S'all right!" he assured her, flapping his hands. "Y're m'wife; I'm your husban'! S'all right!" She drew her pistol and fired a bullet past him.
"Bah!" cried the General, still more forcibly. "Bêtise!" "How?" asked the gentle son. "'Tis all nonsent!" cried the General, bursting into English. "Hall you 'ave to say is: ''Sieur Editeurs! I want you s'all give de nem of de indignan' scoundrel who meek some lies on you' paper about mon Père et ses amis!" "Ah-h!" said Dr. Mossy, in a tone of derision and anger.
Ain't it?" "Is that so?" Abe said. "I thought Klinger was such a good friend to us, Mawruss. Also, Mawruss, you say yourself on Saturday that a feller what's got an oitermobile is a crook yet." "Me!" Morris cried indignantly. "I never said no such thing, Abe. Always you got to twist around what I say, Abe. What I told you was " "S'all right, Mawruss," Abe said. "I'll take your word for it.
The young man's right arm threw him off; his left arm remained round Alice. "It's yo' s'all nat tooch her, Mr. Cartaret," he said. "Ef yo' coom between her an' mae I s'all 'ave t' kill yo'. I'd think nowt of it. Dawn't yo' bae freetened, my laass," he murmured tenderly. The next instant he was fierce again. "An' look yo' 'ere, Mr. Cartaret. It was yo' who aassked mae t' marry Assy.