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Updated: May 21, 2025
"No go now," he whispered, with a look of alarm in his face, and he leaned over me and dragged my companions down in turn. "No can go now. Allee gate fasten. Makee blave velly angly and dlaw sword; fightee fightee. Ching velly solly. Must stop now."
"His most noble excellency the big-buttoned mandalin has come on board the gleat fine ship with his genelals, and blavest of the blave, to fetch the most wicked and double-bad plisoners whom the gleat sea captain of the foleign devils " "Eh! what?" said Captain Thwaites. "Did he say that?" "Yes. Come fetch allee bad bad plisoners velly much all together."
The girl sat down and poured me out some coffee, and then she said. 'Howly Saint Patrick, but I blave those pancakes are burning, and she went out in the kitchen.
"Allee too velly much flighten, and lun away from foleign devil sailor and maline." "But they might have come down to their place here," I said. Ching smiled contemptuously. "Pilate velly blave man, fight gleat deal when allee one side, and know sailor can't fightee. When plenty sailor can fightee, pilate lun away velly fast, and no come back." "Can you understand him, Mr Grey?" I said.
"Ah, I see," said Ching. "Me tink you have velly gleat tleat. But I see, not used to see. Velly blave boy, not mind littlee bit next time." "What's the matter? Don't, doctor. It's getting well now." It was Barkins who spoke, and his hands went suddenly to his injured leg, and held it, as he bent over towards it and rocked himself to and fro.
The girl sat down and poured me out some coffee, and then she said, 'Howly Saint Patrick, but I blave those pancakes are burning, and she went out in the kitchen.
"Here, who are you calling little officer, Pigtail?" cried Smith indignantly. "Mean young offlicer," cried Ching hastily. "Say, Why you men cut chop young offlicer head off? Mandalin say, Velly solly. He find out who blave was who chop young offlicer head, and give him lichi." "You mean toco?" said Barkins. "No; lichi." "What's lichi?" I said.
"Come long quickee," he whispered excitedly. "Very big blave that fellow. Killee fightee man. You no 'flaid of him?" "Afraid? No," said Barkins shortly. "There, let's have this tea." Ching glanced round once, and we were about to imitate his example, but he said excitedly "No, no, don't lookee. Big blave talkee talkee soldier, and tink Inglis offlicer 'flaid. Walkee past."
"Tie blave up along post, and man come velly sharp sword, cut him all in 'lit pieces while he live." "And do they do that?" I asked, in horror. "Neve' find out blave who chop off head," said Ching, with a queer twinkle of the eyes. "No find blave, no can give him lichi." "Sounds pleasant, Poet, don't it?" said Barkins. "Horrid!" I cried, with a shudder.
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