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"Vous etes, uh-ah, l'Am-e-ri-cain?" "Je suis Americain," I admitted. "Eh-bi-en uh-ah uh-ah We were expecting you." He surveyed me with great interest. Behind this seedy and restless personage I noted his absolute likeness, adorning one of the walls. The rooster was faithfully depicted a la Rembrandt at half-length in the stirring guise of a fencer, foil in hand, and wearing enormous gloves.

Alors, vous vous ap-pel-lez KEW MANGZ, m'est-ce pas? Edouard KEW-MANGZ?" "Oh," I said, relieved, "yes." It was really amazing, the way he writhed around the G. "Comment ca se prononce en anglais?" I told him. He replied benevolently, somewhat troubled "uh-ah uh-ah uh-ah why are you here, KEW-MANGZ?" At this question I was for one moment angrier than I had ever before been in all my life.

He returned my gaze and remarked: "Uh-ah, uh-ah, Oui." "That's all," the Directeur said. "You will call for your money at the bureau of the Gestionnaire before leaving." "Go and get ready," the Fencer said, and I certainly saw a smile.... "I? Am? Going? To? Paris?" somebody who certainly wasn't myself remarked in a kind of whisper. "Parfaitement." Pettish. Apollyon. But how changed.

"Uh-ah! quite right, Doctah, quite right! Fine young lady, fine young lady. Old stock, yes indeed! Beechams o' Fehginny. Too bad Cousin Sarann Clayton keeps heh so close like. She fitten to be received, sah, to be received!" "Yes, indeed," assented the doctor. "Yes, sah. Now, ain't that the young lady a-comin' down the walk?"

"Uh-ah, Doctah Gregg li'l late this mawnin', eh?" "Yessah, seems like," said the driver, his head again falling. In perhaps five or ten minutes, perhaps half an hour, there would be heard the tapping of another cane, and Dr. Gregg, also tall, not quite so portly, and wearing a white beaver instead of a soft Panama, would appear from the opening of yet another side street tributary to the car.

Presently from a side street, faced by a large brick dwelling, there came with regular and unhurried tread a tall and dignified figure, crowned with a soft Panama, and tapping with official cane. As it approached the car the driver straightened a trifle on the seat. "Good mawnin', Judge Wilson," he said. "Uh-ah, good mawnin', James," replied the judge.

For her patiently waited the judge and the doctor and the driver. "Good mawnin', Miss Beecham," said the driver as she passed, touching his hat and infusing more stiffness to his spine. "Good morning, sir," she replied pleasantly. "Uh-ah, good mawnin', Miss Beecham, good mawnin'," said Judge Wilson; and "Good mawnin'," said Dr. Gregg.

The execution of this masterpiece left something to be desired; but the whole betokened a certain spirit and verve, on the part of the sitter, which I found difficulty in attributing to the being before me. "Vous etes uh-ah KEW-MANGZ?" "What?" I said, completely baffled by this extraordinary dissyllable. "Comprenez vous fran-cais?" "Un peu." "Bon.

He had always loved it in so far as he had ever known it, and he felt the better acquainted, having known Miss Beauchamp so well in her former home in the West. And the Judge said, "Uh-ah!" and the doctor bowed, looking the while with professional admiration at the chest and flank of this brown, powerful man, whose eye smote like a ray from some motor full of compressed energy.

"Mais mais " he puffed and panted like a very old and fat person trying to persuade a bicycle to climb a hill "mais vous avez de la chance!" "I suppose I have," I said without enthusiasm. "Mais mais parfaitement vous avez de la chance uh-ah uh-ah parceque comprenez-vous votre camarade ah-ah a attrape prison!" "Uh-ah!" I said wearily. "Whereas," continued Monsieur, "you haven't.