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Before he had ended, the woman, without reply to the insult, took the child by the hand and moved along her homeward path towards Plemont. "A bi'tot, good-bye!" the bailiff laughed brutally. Standing with his legs apart and his hands fastened on the fish in the pockets of his long queminzolle, he called after her in sneering comment: "Ma fistre, your pride didn't fall ba su!"
Both arms went round Guida, and hugged her awkwardly. Her voice came up but once more that morning. As she left Guida in the doorway, she said with a last effort: "I will have one bead to pray for you, trejous." She showed her rosary, and, Huguenot though she was, Guida touched the bead reverently. "And if there is war, I will have two beads, trejous. A bi'tot good-bye!"
De Frenchies dey grind dere teeth and spit de fire. But de Henglish laugh at demdey are safe. 'Frien' of my heart, say de hofficier to mon onc' 'Lias, 'pilot of pilots, he say, 'in de name of our greshus King I t'ank you A bi'tot, good-bye! he say. 'Tres-ba, mon onc' 'Lias he say den, 'I will go to my privator. 'You will go to de shore, say de hofficier.
He had nodded his head in reply, but had not spoken; and she, with a quick: "A bi'tot," had taken her blanket and gone to that portion of the rock set apart for her own. Then he had sat by the fire thinking through the long hours of night until the sun rose. That day Richambeau had sent his flag of truce, and the end of their stay on Perch Rock was come. Yes, he would marry Carterette.
"Where are you going, Ro?" Guida said, taking a step after him. "On the other side, to my men and the wreck," he said, pointing. Guida glanced once more towards the man-o'-war: and then, with mischief in her eye, turned towards Jean. "Suppose," she said to him archly, "suppose the ship should want to come in, of course you'd remember your onc' 'Lias, and say, 'A bi'tot, good-bye!"
When they miss me there'll be a pot boiling, you may believe. If I get up," he added, "I'll let a string down for a rope you must get for me. Once on top they can't hurt me.... Eh ben, A bi'tot, gargon Carterette!" "O my good! O my good!" said the girl with a sudden change of mood. "To think you have come like this, and perhaps " But she dashed the tears from her eyes, and bade him go on.
By that M. Fille knew that Jean Jacques did not wish for company as he went not even the company of his old friend who had loved the bright whimsical emotional Zoe; who had hovered around his life like a protecting spirit. "A bi'tot," responded M. Fille, declining upon the homely patois.
'I will take no reward, say mon onc' 'Lias, 'but, for a leetle pourboire, you will give me de privator eh? 'Milles sacres' say de hofficier, 'mines saeres de privator! he say, ver' surprise'. 'Man doux d'la vie I am damned! 'You are damned trulee, if you do not get into de Ecrehoses, say mon onc' 'Lias 'A bi'tot, good-bye! he say.
When they miss me there'll be a pot boiling, you may believe. If I get up," he added, "I'll let a string down for a rope you must get for me. Once on top they can't hurt me.... Eh ben, A bi'tot, gargon Carterette!" "O my good! O my good!" said the girl with a sudden change of mood. "To think you have come like this, and perhaps " But she dashed the tears from her eyes, and bade him go on.
Now he knew, and he answered down: "All right, all right, garche Carterette!" "Are you at the top?" "No, but the rest is easy." "Hurry, hurry, Ranulph. If they should come before you reach the top!" "I'll soon be there." "Are you hurt, Ranulph?" "No, but my fingers are in rags. I am going now. A bi'tot, Carterette!" "Ranulph!" "'Sh, 'sh, do not speak. I am starting."
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