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For just such emergencies I had previously stocked up with two French words "Doucement!" and "Vite!" I knew that one of those words meant speed and the other meant less speed, but in the turmoil of the moment I may have confused them slightly.
"Vell, he do seem to 'ave 'ad the honour of my acquaintance some'ow," returned the boy, whose tone of banter quickly passed away. "What d'ee call 'im?" "Dumps," said I. "That won't do. Has he a vite spot on the bridge of 'is nose?" asked the boy earnestly. "I really cannot tell. It is not long " "Here, Punch, come here!" called the boy, interrupting.
She said nothing, however, for, though she had no love for children, Ivan was quiet enough to have won her liking. "Eh bien, mon fils, tu m'as vu. Allez vous en! Retournez immédiatement au lit. Tu vas prendre un rhume! Allez! Vite!" Laughing, she kissed the boy nor had far to stoop to reach his lips. Then, with a gentle hand, she led him back to the door.
A perplexed pucker contracted his forehead as he spoke softly to himself. "'Taint going to do no how! It sure ain't. She ain't got de right bran', no she ain't, and yo' cyant mate up no common stock wid a tho'oughbred and git any sort of a span. No siree, yo' cyant. My Lawd, what done possess Massa Neil fer ter 'vite her down hyer? She cyant 'struct an' guide our yo'ng mist'ess. Sho!
And already by the rustlings in the woods and the occasional snapping of dry sticks, he could tell that the pursuing Indians were drawing perilously near him. "Boileau!" he whispered. "Boileau!" And then, in an agony of mind he risked all, and shouted: "Boileau, Boileau! A moi!" An angry whisper from almost at his side replied viciously: "Pas de chahut, malheureux! A bord vite, mille dieux!"
Be with ye toot sweet vite presto P.D.Q." Wherewith he demolished the rest of his meal with military dispatch, proceeded doorward, smote the grinning army of Remate de Males a buffet on the shoulder, and vanished into the night.
"Yes, honey, dat he did gib us Fourth of July a plenty o' holiday a beef kilt, a mutton, hogs, salt, pepper, an' eberyting. He hab a gre't trench dug, and a whole load of wood put in it an' burned down to coals. Den dey put wooden spits across, an' dey had spoons an' basted de meat. An' we 'vite all de culled people aroun', an' dey come, an' we had fine times."
"I have already done that," returned Ozma, "because I thought it would please you to favor them." "Did you 'vite the Musicker?" asked Button-Bright. "No; because he would be too noisy, and might interfere with the comfort of others. When music is not very good, and is indulged in all the time, it is better that the performer should be alone," said the Princess.
Wears long curls like a girl and don't want to never get his clean clo'es dirty." "I think he's a beautiful little boy," championed Lina. "Call him over here, Jimmy." "Naw, I don't want to. You all'll like him a heap better over there; he's one o' these-here kids what the furder you get 'way from 'em, the better you like 'em." "He sho' do look lonesome," said Billy; "'vite him over, Jimmy."
But he knew Noemi, for he was the old gentleman with the white hair and the red face who had been present at the meeting in Via della Vite, and Noemi and he often met in the "Catacombs." Jeanne wrote to him at once, stating that she did so in the name of her friend Noemi, who did not dare to come forward.
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