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Half a pistol shot down the trail he saw indistinctly the twisting of black objects in the snow, and as he stared one of the objects came toward him. "Do not fire, M'seur Howland," he heard a voice call. "It ees I Jean Croisset, a friend! Blessed Saints, that was what you call heem? close heem? close call?" The half-breed's thin dark face came up smiling out of the white gloom.
But I'll tell you what's wrong: There isn't any Funny Old Clown, a particular one, to give it human interest. It is all too splendid, too magnificent, too far beyond us. We want to hear somebody talk once in awhile. They pretended that the tent was too big for the clown to be heard, but I take notice it wasn't too big for the fellow to get up and declaim "The puffawmance ees not yait hawf ovah.
Glotte viewed the coming of Sam Barringford with great astonishment. "How you geet avay?" he asked. "That is my business, Glotte," answered the old frontiersman. "I reckon you thought I couldn't do it, eh?" And he chuckled to himself. "Zat fellow ees a sharp one," was the Frenchman's comment. "He ees like ze flea to slip avay, oui!"
"Two nights except for one leetla piece of bread I fin' it in my pocket. Grâce! I have travel so far. Jésu, I think it ees ten thousan' miles, I go. But I mus' go on, I mus' go certainement." The light came nearer and nearer.
"Eet ees a veree strange game thees baseball," said Juanita, turning to Teresa. "Do you understand eet?" "Never mind her," said Madge Morton, pulling at Carker's sleeve. "Why do you pay her so much attention?" "Do you wish to know?" he asked, in a low tone. "Then I'll tell you. I'm in love with her." The woman looked at him with incredulous eyes, then threw back her head and laughed.
Henry straightened up from the layer of cloth that was spread before him on the cutting table and passed one hand through his bushy black hair. "I gotta no keek, Mr. Perlmutter," he said. "Just for my contract is up, so I go. That's all. I like-a da job first-class. Mr. Potash ees ver' good man. Mr. Perlmutter ees too." "Then why don't you stay with us?"
"Yees, your honour," said the man, scratching his head, "I think it be; they are my ees, and G, and D, sure enough." "And do you know the purport of the will you signed?" "Anan!" "I mean, do you know to whom Sir William stop, Mr. Oswald, suffer the man to answer me to whom Sir William left his property?"
"Baron de Bach!" he echoes. "My name ees 'Guillermo, Blanca." Somehow it doesn't seem so familiar or significant as if he said "Blanche." "What do you think will happen to us in Guatemala, Guillermo?" "Blanca vill see;" he lifts the hand with the rosary falling about it to his lips and kisses the crucifix. "Good-night, Guillermo." "Good-night, Blanca."
Cowperwood," he commented, defiantly, "but how about me? Where do I come in? I daunt know what to theenk yet. It ees very strange. Supposing what your wife sais was true? Supposing my wife has been going around weeth some one? That ees what I want to find out. Eef she has! Eef eet is what I theenk it ees I shall I shall I daunt know what I shall do. I am a very violent man."
"Then you do not love him?" The puzzled dancer hesitated, her long lashes lowered, and outlined against her cheeks. "Lofe? Dat vas not nice vord as eet come to me. I know not ver' vell just vat. Maybe if I not lofe him I marry him si; I no care den. I make him to suffer, but not care; ees eet not so? Anyhow, I vat you call dat? respect dis Señor Brown mooch, ver' mooch.
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