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"'Eas fai! and so he is, my Lady, and a terrible job they had to bury mun thunder, lightning and hailstones so big as sloes. Dead he is, and I won't jidge mun but not afore he'd a doed the mischief, for but three weeks afterward my pig falls into the mill-leat.
In the glory of my delight at this, I bestowed upon Betty a chaste salute, with all the pigs for witnesses; and she took it not amiss, considering how long she had been out of practice. But then she fell back, like a broom on its handle, and stared at me, feigning anger. "Oh fai, oh fai! Lunnon impudence, I doubt. I vear thee hast gone on zadly, Jan."
"Nevertheless," maintained Wei Chang mildly, "the out-passing of Fang would have been a satisfactory detail of the occurrence." "Do not despair," replied Fa Fai.
So he gave it to a native, and watched, with the smile of a fiend, the white back turn black and then into bloody red as it was cut to pieces with the tail of the FAI.
Its prosperity is indicated by the luxurious profusion of the fruit-tree overhanging it. Pressed somewhat to the back, but of dignified proportion, are the outer buildings of those who labour among the clay." "In a state of actuality, they are of measurably less dignified dimensions," suggested Wei Chang. "The objection is inept," replied Fa Fai.
"Half a rouble? Very good then, half a rouble. C'est encore mieux; fai en tout quarante roubles mais..." The peasant stopped the horse and by their united efforts Stepan Trofimovitch was dragged into the cart, and seated on the sack by the woman. He was still pursued by the same whirl of ideas.
There were some bars of solemn music, and then, to an audience not less nervous than herself, Theodora came forward as Electra in that beautiful appeal to Clytemnestra, where she veils her mother's guilt even while she intimates her more than terrible suspicion of its existence, and makes one last desperate appeal of pathetic duty in order to save her parent and her fated house: "O amata madre, Che fai?
An expression of fussiness came into his sleepy face. He spoke at once to the landlady, a tall, thick-set woman of forty with very dark hair and a slight moustache, and explained that he required the whole room for himself, and that the door was to be shut and no one else was to be admitted, "parce que nous avons a parler. Oui, fai beaucoup a vous dire, chere amie.
"It might do so," admitted Fa Fai graciously, "but in order to express the arisement adequately it would be necessary to display them twice first on the bridge with their faces turned towards the west, and then in the flood with their faces towards the east; and the superficial might hastily assume that the three on the bridge would rescue the three in the river."
If, on the other hand, Fa Fai went without any added inducement, a mandarin of moderate rank would probably be as high as Wong Ts'in could look, but he would certainly be able to adopt another of at least equal position, at the price of making over to him the ultimate benefit of his discovery.
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