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Then it was time to fish again, and the flies danced merrily over the water, and the great speckled trout leaped eagerly to catch them. For trolling all day long for lake-trout Jacques had little liking. "Dat is not de sport," he would say, "to hol' one r-r-ope in de 'and, an' den pool heem in wid one feesh on t'ree hook, h'all tangle h'up in hees mout' dat is not de sport.
'You had, my friend. I will relieve you. Come, jump out, and don't keep your young lady waiting. The voice was of calm authority which most people understand and obey. And Wych Hazel laughed. 'I'm sure I can't say what Mr. Falkirk will think, sir! said Gotham, in a displeased voice. 'Owever I will h'assume it's h'all right, sir.
He seized the cook's poll-axe, and hacked away at the bulwark. Then he put his shoulder to a carronade and shoved. "H'all together eave!" whispered the dying cook, and lent a feeble hand. Over went the carronade with spinning wheels. It caught the boat fair amidships, and broke it up like matchwood. The boy leaned over.
Don't I wish it 'ad bin one o' my two as 'ad tuck your fancy that's all! Between you an' me, I don't believe a blessed thing's goin' to come of all young Smith's danglin' round. An' Polly's still a bit young only just turned sixteen. Not as she's any the worse o' that though; you'll get 'er h'all the easier into your ways.
"Then there was a rushin and a roarin, and the earth shook, and h'all of a sudden h'out of the whirlwind a great voice ollaed: "'Tally-ho! forrad! mush em up, boys, and no Woody quarter! "'Your prayer is eard, Mr. Piper, says I. 'It's a Jedgement on em. "'My prayer is eard, says pore old Pipea. 'It's the orse-dragoons. "Then his ead loll sideways, and he was h'off again."
"Hi'll pay ye double here what you'll kin git retail there, Jeem, and take it h'all h'off your hand. This h'emigrant, she'll beat the fur." "I'll give ye half," said Bridger. "Thar's people here needs supplies that ain't halfway acrost. But what's the news, Bordeaux? Air the Crows down?" "H'on the Sweetwater, h'awaitin' for the peelgrim. Hi'll heard of your beeg fight on the Platte.
"I'll been forget to tell the docteur h'all about Mr. Dunwodee," began Eleazar. "What business have you to forget!" demanded Jamieson sternly. "Has anything gone wrong?" "Mon pere," began Hector, "I'll tol' him, if he didn't tell the docteur about how Monsieur Dunwodee he'll broke it his leg some more " "What's that?" The doctor whirled upon him. "It's quite true," said Josephine.
"No I 'asn't," retorted Cadge, "and wot's more the old woman 'asn't, and the kids 'asn't neither. 'Cos why? 'Cos in this 'ere free country of yours, a laboring man can't make a living for 'is family, workin' 'ard as I does, Sundays, nights, and h'all the time.
"You you are h'all so velcome as I can't say," she declared. "Miss Nelson is going away with Stefan in a few minutes," said Hugo, cheerfully. At this Mrs. Papineau's face fell. She looked positively unhappy. "Some'ow," she said, sniffing, "I always 'ope she stay 'ere h'all de time now. I I never tink she go avay for good. De de dogs and de calf and an de baby and chil'ren dey all love 'er.
'Very good, sir, h'all settled, sir, and Gotham carried off the tray with a face of mixed perplexity and wisdom that was funny to see. But the sunshine crept on through the little study, and it was well-nigh time to set the table again, before the door opened softly and Wych hazel came in: two exquisite roses in her cheeks, in her hand by way of excuse a basket of wonderful hot-house grapes.
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