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"O my grief, to think you have come here-you!" she burst forth. "You steal the best heart in the world there is none like her, nannin-gia. You promise her, you break her life, you spoil her, and then you fly away ah coward you! Man pethe benin, was there ever such a man like you! If my Jean there had done a thing as that I would sink him in the sea he would sink himself, je me crais!
She bear all the shame, all the pain, for the crime of you. All alone she take her child and go on to the rock of Plemont to live these five years. But you, you go and get a crown and be Amiral and marry a grande comtesse marry, oh, je crais ben! This is no world for such men like you. You come to my house, to the house of Jean Touzel, to ask this and that well, you have the truth of God, ba su!
"I could go on a King's ship" "And get bullied to death for nothing a day." "The free-trading my mother won't hear of." "Crais b'en!" "Why, I don't know ." "Never mind why. She has her reasons without doubt." "So there's nothing for it but the privateering." "B'en! Why couldn't you say so without boxing the compass, mon gars? Privateering is the biggest chance nowadays. Of course, the risks ."
She was so credulous and matter-of-fact that if Jean had told her she must die on the spot, she would have said "Think of that!" or "Je te crais," and died. If in the vague dusk of her brain the thought glimmered that she was ballast for Jean on sea and anchor on land, she still was content.
She was so credulous and matter-of-fact that if Jean had told her she must die on the spot, she would have said "Think of that!" or "Je te crais," and died. If in the vague dusk of her brain the thought glimmered that she was ballast for Jean on sea and anchor on land, she still was content.
"O my grief, to think you have come here-you!" she burst forth. "You steal the best heart in the world there is none like her, nannin-gia. You promise her, you break her life, you spoil her, and then you fly away ah coward you! Man pethe benin, was there ever such a man like you! If my Jean there had done a thing as that I would sink him in the sea he would sink himself, je me crais!
"So!" said one. "That's the end of Monsieur Martel." "Nom de Gyu! We'll hope so," said the other. "But I'd sooner seen him dead and buried." "'Crais b'en!" said the other with a knowing nod. For all the world knew that if Paul Martel had never come to Sercq, Rachel Carré might have become Mistress Hamon instead of Madame Martel and very much better for her if she had.
"For, see you, the Race! And that was the first night after the storm, and it would be running like the deuce, bidemme!" "It's best not to know how to swim if it leads you to do things like that, oui-gia!" "When a man's time comes, he cuts his cleft in the water, whether he can swim or not, crais b'en!"
"It couldn't have been better, Aunt Jeanne. And as for the gâche it was simply delicious." "Crais b'en! If there's one thing I can do, it's make gâche. And it's not all finished yet," and she went to the press and brought out a cake like a cartwheel, and cut it into spokes. "There are not many things you can't do, it seems to me, Aunt Jeanne," I said. "That cider was uncommonly good too."
She bear all the shame, all the pain, for the crime of you. All alone she take her child and go on to the rock of Plemont to live these five years. But you, you go and get a crown and be Amiral and marry a grande comtesse marry, oh, je crais ben! This is no world for such men like you. You come to my house, to the house of Jean Touzel, to ask this and that well, you have the truth of God, ba su!
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