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Ba'tiste clapped a hand to his forehead. "Veritas? I am the prize, what-you-say, squash! Ba'teese, he never think of eet!" A moment he sat glum, only to surge with another idea. "But, now, Ba'teese have eet! He shall go to Medaine! He shall tell her to write to the district attorney of Boston that he will tell her "
"These dog bad froze," said Pierre, swearing earnestly as he harnessed. "I don' like eet much. They goin' play hout I'm 'fraid." He knelt and chewed from between their toes the ice pellets that had accumulated. A malamoot is hard pressed to let his feet mass, and this added to the men's uneasiness.
'Polyte, the pilot, stood, cap in hand, and asked me to one side. "Pardon, Monsieur," said he, "but those gentilhommes those fat one ees eet she'll was Monsieur Davelson who'll H'I'll got letter on heem from those lighthouse, heem?" "Why, yes, 'Polyte the letter you said would take four days to get to New Orleans." 'Polyte smiled sheepishly. "He'll wouldn't took four days now, Monsieur!
Beth Norvell turned about in dismay, her eyes pleading, her breath quickening. "You mean we are shut in here for the night? Is n't there any way leading out?" "Oh, si, si," and Mercedes smiled, waving her hands. "Zar is vay yonder vare de orchestra goes. Eet leads to de hall; I show you." "Did he know?" "Vat? Señor Farnham? No doubt, señorita. Come, eet ees but de step."
The half-breed rolled a cigarette, lighted it, and inhaled a deep breath. "I can' do eet," he declared. "I can' do eet for t'ousand dollar ten t'ousand. I don't t'ink you fin' anywan on dis settlement w'at can dare do eet. He is wan devil. He's count all de carabine on dis pos', an' w'en he is mees wan, he fin' out purty queek who is tak' heem." "Steal one from someone else," suggested Trent.
Shocked as I was at her apparent helplessness, I remember being impressed with the fact that it gave so little indication of violent usage or disaster. I threw myself frantically on the ground beside her. "You are hurt, Consita! For Heaven's sake, what has happened?" She pushed my hat back with her little hand, and tumbled my hair gently. "Nothing. YOU are here, Pancho eet is enofe!
Eet vould be all righdt eef I vas not a seek man.
"Don Hooaleece," said Benavides, very bright-eyed, when they had ridden a little way from camp, "how is eet to be? Eef eet is war I am wis you to ze beeg black box." "Joe," said Pete, "I've dodged and crept and slid and crawled and climbed. I've tried to go over, under, and around. Now I'm going through." They came to the copper hill before eight.
She had trouble with him, and I think you could comfort her." "Ah, dat Klazowski!" exclaimed Pere Garneau. "Eet ees not a good man. Many peep' tell me of dat man. He will be no more priest, for certainly. I would see dis woman, poor soul!" "To-night Kalman will be here," said Brown, "and he will interpret for you." "Ah, he ees a fine young man, Kalman. He mak' troub' for dat priest, ees eet not?"
"Eh bien! How you do, Mistare Sonee? Is eet dat you weel have a peench of snuff?" For the Frenchman had quite forgotten Dave's mishap in snuff-taking, and offered the snuff out of habitual complaisance. "No, musheer," said Dave, "I can't use no snuff of late yeers. 'Fection of the nose; makes me sneeze dreffle." "Oh! Eh blen! C'est comme il faut. I mean dat is all right, vare good, mistare.
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