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Gad'rabotin respe d'la compagnie if dere is a ship of de King coum to de Ecrehoses, and de hofficier say to me" he tapped his breast "'Jean Touzel, tak de ships of de King trough de rocks, ah bah, I would rememb' mon onc' 'Lias. I would say, 'A bi'tot-good-bye. . . . Slowlee slowlee! We are at de place. Bear wif de land, ma'm'selle! Steadee! As you go! V'la! hitch now, Maitre Ranulph."
'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.
Nanningia, take it not so to heart, my couzaine; thou shalt have love enough in the world.... Ah, grand doux d'la vie, but I could kill him!" she added under her breath, and she rubbed Guida's hands still, and looked frankly, generously into her eyes. Yet, try as she would in that supreme moment, Carterette could not feel all she once felt concerning Guida.
"Black beganne," she cried; "how dare you! V'la into your pocket with it!" He did as he was bid, humming to himself again: "M'sieu' de la Palisse is dead, Dead of a maladie; Quart' of an hour before his death He could breathe like you and mel Ah bah, the poor M'sieu' De la Palisse is dead!" "Shut up! Man doux d'la vie, you chatter like a monkey!"
I t'ink it is from de Bible or from de helmanac sacre moi, I not know.... If I talk too much you give me dat black-jack." They gave him the black-jack. After he had drunk and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, he went on: "O my good-ma'm'selle, a leetle more to de wind. Ah, dat is right trejous! . . . Dat fight it go like two bulls on a vergee respe d'la compagnie.
"Shan't! She's my aunt. I knows my duties to my aunt me," said the apprentice stolidly. The Master burst out in a laugh of scorn. "Gaderabotin, here's family pride for you! I'll go stick dandelines in my old sow's ear respe d'la compagnie." The apprentice was still calm.
"Man doux d'la vie, where's the Master of Burials?" babbled the jailer. "The apprentice does the obs'quies to-day." "The Master's sick of a squinzy," grunted the centenier. "So hatchet- face and bundle-o'-nails there brings dust to dust, amen."
Nanningia, take it not so to heart, my couzaine; thou shalt have love enough in the world.... Ah, grand doux d'la vie, but I could kill him!" she added under her breath, and she rubbed Guida's hands still, and looked frankly, generously into her eyes. Yet, try as she would in that supreme moment, Carterette could not feel all she once felt concerning Guida.
Mon onc' 'Lias he have been to Hengland, he have sing 'God save our greshus King'; so he t'ink a leetle Ef he go to de French, likely dey will hang him. Mon onc' 'Lias, he is what you call patreeteesm. He say, 'Hengland, she is mine trejous. Efin, he sail straight for de Henglish ships. Dat is de greates' man, mon onc' 'Lias respe d'la compagnie! he coum on de side which is not fighting.
"Shan't! She's my aunt. I knows my duties to my aunt me," said the apprentice stolidly. The Master burst out in a laugh of scorn. "Gaderabotin, here's family pride for you! I'll go stick dandelines in my old sow's ear respe d'la compagnie." The apprentice was still calm.
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