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"You remember it!" exclaimed he, seizing the man's hand; "do you know, we have been a fortnight in Boulogne trying to find some one who did!" "Would not you remember it," replied the Frenchman, with a gesticulation, "if 'Amlet had put up at your inn and gone away without paying his bill?" "Did one of the actors stay here, then?" "One?
When you saw Jack figuring in Captain Absolute, you thought you could trace his promotion to some lady of quality who fancied the handsome fellow in his topknot, and had bought him a commission. Therefore Jack in Dick Amlet was insuperable.
"What did you lose by him?" asked Roger, with parched lips. "Ah, monsieur, I was a Napoleon poorer for every 'Amlet in my house that night." Roger put down two sovereigns on the table. "That is to pay for the ghost," said he, flushing. "He was my brother." The landlord stared in blank amazement. "Your brother!
When you saw Jack figuring in Captain Absolute, you thought you could trace his promotion to some lady of quality who fancied the handsome fellow in his top-knot, and had bought him a commission. Therefore Jack in Dick Amlet was insuperable.
Mon dieu, there was une emeute in Boulogne that night; and before day 'Amlet has vanish like his own ghost, and I am a robbed man; voila." "Very rough on you," said the tutor. "So there was a ghost among the players?" "Why no? It would not be 'Amlet without." "Did the ghost stay here too?" "Helas! yes. He eat, and drink, and sleep, and forgets to pay, like the rest."
"Mark my words," she said in the kitchen, "there's a devil in that there animal, and so they'll find before they're many years older 'Amlet indeed a 'eathenish name and a 'eathenish beast." Her enemy had discovered that in one corner of the nursery there were signs and symbols that witnessed to something in the nature of a mouse or a rat.
"Murdered!" said the man; John Steele was silent. "And she, 'is mother 'ad gone, 'aving saved a bit, out into a peaceable-like little 'amlet, where there weren't no bobbies, only instead, bits of flower gardens and bright bloomin' daffy-down-dillies.
I've played in 'Amlet, yer honour, along with Octavius Bumpus's travellin' theatre, and I can nail a made-up livin' ghost in a minnit; but this ghost didn't look made up. There was no blood, yer honour; she looked as if she 'ad bin waccinated forty times." "And were the movements of her legs and arms natural?" "No j'ints, Master Blake. She looked like a wooden figger without proper j'ints!
Monsieur le Ghost of 'Amlet was pardieu!" exclaimed he, looking hard at his guest, "and he was like you. It was no fault of his 'Amlet did not take the favour, for he play in the first act and make us all laugh. If the other 'Amlets had been so amusing as him, the house would have been full packed. Ha! now you say it, he was a gentleman, this poor Monsieur le Ghost.
"Mon dieu! it was all the pay I got. 'Amlet come to my house with his twenty hungry mouth, and eat me up, flesh and bone. He sleep in my beds, he sleep on my roof, he sleep in my stable. The place is 'Amlet's. And all my pay is one piece of card bidding me see him play himself." "And was it well played?" Asked Mr Armstrong. "Well played? How do I know?
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