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You would not, in the untamefulness of your mad, desertion us like that? Not me, at anyhow? Not me, who have loved you as Daoud the Emir loved Jonathan of old! You would not forsook me, to starve myself! Aie! Ohé!"
At no time could we see the trawler though we heard the click of her windlass, the jar of her trawl-beam, and the very flap of the fish on her deck. "Aie! yeou little man-o'-war! We'm done with trawl. You can take us home if you know the road." "Right O!" said Moorshed. "We'll give the fishmonger a run for his money. Whack her up, Mr. Hinchcliffe." The next few hours completed my education.
"We don't want G. M. Dabney, Col., J.P., to be bothered about us so soon. Up the wuzzy and keep quiet! He may have followed us, you know." Beetle was already far up the tunnel. They heard him gasp indescribably: there was the crash of a heavy body leaping through the furze. "Aie! yeou little red rascal. I see yeou!"
Controra they now call it the ominous hour. Man and beast are fettered in sleep, while spirits walk abroad, as at midnight. Non timebis a timore noctuno: a sagitta volante in aie: a negotio perambulante in tenebris: ab incursu et demonio meridiano. The midday demon that southern Haunter of calm blue spaces. . . .
But these filaments of horny palatal processes are unamiable. Though sheathed in silk or cotton, they, after the violent movements of a Suffragette or a charwoman, break through the restraining sheath and run into the body under the fifth rib, or press forward on to the thigh. Which is why you often see a woman's face in an omnibus express severe pain and her lips utter the exclamation "Aïe, Aïe."
"Young?" she exclaimed. "A mere child? I? Good gracious, I 'm twenty-two." She said it, scanning the syllables to give them weight, and in all good faith I think, as who should say, "I 'm fifty." "You really can't accuse me of being young," she apodictically pronounced. "I 'm twenty-two. Twenty-two long years aïe, Dio mio! And I look even older. I could pass for twenty-five.
"That's not the right thing, my boy. . . . One mustn't be ill on a journey. Aie, aie, what are you thinking about, boy . . . eh?" He put his hand to Yegorushka's head, touched his cheek and said: "Yes, your head's feverish. . . . You must have caught cold or else have eaten something. . . . Pray to God." "Should we give him quinine? . . ." said Ivan Ivanitch, troubled.
Someone trod on her flounce and Crutch shouted: "Aie, they have torn off the panel! Children!" Aksinya had naive grey eyes which rarely blinked, and a naive smile played continually on her face.
"Any luck?" said Moorshed politely. "Not till we met yeou," was the answer. "The Lard he saved us from they big ships to be spitted by the little wan. Where be'e gwine tu with our fine new bobstay?" "Yah! You've had time to splice it by now," said Pyecroft with contempt. "Aie; but we'm all crushed to port like aigs. You was runnin' twenty-seven knots, us reckoned it. Didn't us, Albert?"
"Aie pas peur, mon vieux!" cried he in very colloquial French. "My mother sent a note to say that the fair Cynthia has retired to her room to write letters. I have been waiting here ten minutes." Now, it chanced that Medenham's widespread touring in France had rubbed up his knowledge of the language.
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