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He arrested the maid on the last step: "Your mistress, she goin' pour marier 'Sieur George? It make me glad, glad, glad!" "Marry 'Sieur George? Non, Monsieur." "Non? Not marrie 'Sieur George? Mais comment?" "She's going to marry the tall gentleman." "Diable! ze long gentyman!" With his hands upon his forehead, he watched the carriage trundle away.
I give you forty-five!" shouted the Colonel. Charlie shook his head again. "Fifty!" He shook it again. The figures rose and rose to "Seventy-five!" The answer was an invitation to go away and let the owner alone, as he was, in certain specified respects, the vilest of living creatures, and no company for a fine gentyman.
The "fine gentyman" longed to blaspheme but before old Charlie! in the name of pride, how could he? He mounted and started away. "Tell you what I'll make wid you," said Charlie. The other, guessing aright, turned back without dismounting, smiling. "How much Belles Demoiselles hoes me now?" asked the deaf one. "One hundred and eighty thousand dollars," said the Colonel, firmly.
Don't you see dat fine gentyman, De Charleu, done gone and tore him down and make him over new, you blame old fool, Charlie, you low-down old Injin dog!" "I'll give you forty thousand dollars," said the Colonel. "For de 'ouse?" "For all." The deaf man shook his head. "Forty-five!" said the Colonel. "What a lie? For what you tell me 'What a lie? I don't tell you no lie." "Non, non!
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