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"Unt t'en," continued Pelletan, persuasively, fancying, no doubt, that he saw some signs of yielding in his partner's face, "eef monsieur remains, he can haf t'e house done ofer to suit heem; he can t'row away t'e furniture he does not like; he can paint out t'e marble columns; he can cause all t'e servants to pe tressed to hees taste. He would make one grand sensation!
"Pennington talking. What has young Cardigan done about those rails I sold him from the abandoned spur up Laurel Creek?" "He have two flat-cars upon ze spur now. Dose woods-gang of hees she tear up dose rails from ze head of ze spur and load in ze flat-cars." "The ears haven't left the Laurel Creek spur, then?" "No, she don't leave yet."
"I understand," said Tom. "Yess," said Frenchy with great satisfaction. "Zat is how eet is you will understand. My pappa cannot go. Zis is hees home. So he stay stay under ze Zhermans. Ah! For everything, everything, we must pay ze tax. Five hundred soldiers, zey keep, always in zis little village and only seven hundred people. Ziss is ze way. Ugh! Even ze name zey change Dundgart! Ugh!"
"Better to take la Longue Traverse in summer, eh?" "La Longue Traverse hees not mattaire w'en yo tak' heem." "Right you are. Have there been men sent out since you came here?" "Bâ oui. Wan, two, t'ree. I don' remember. I t'ink Jo Bagneau. Nobodee he don' know, but dat ole man an' hees coureurs du bois. He ees wan ver' great man. Nobodee is know w'at he will do."
"Let's see. It was you that found him, wasn't it?" said Gale. "Sure t'ing! I'm comin' down for grub in my canoe, w'en I see dis feller on de bank, walkin' lak' he's in beeg horry. 'Ba Gar! I say, 'dere's man goin' so fast he'll meet hese'f comin' home! Den he turn roun' an' go tearin' back, wavin' hees arms lak' he's callin' me, till he fall down.
It's not so bad as that, his money is all right. I had the money, luckily." "Ah! dat is better. But he have lost hees b-?" "Yes, yes;" I was now getting rather impatient. "There is no mistake about it. He has lost them as sure as you stand there."
Corrie gasped in his effort not to break down; Alice wept with silent joy as she continued to chafe the man's limbs; and Poopy went off into a violent fit of hysterical laughter, in which her "hee, hees" resounded with terrible shrillness among the surrounding cliffs. "Now, then, let's to work again with a will," said Corrie. "What d'ye say to try punching him?"
"An' one cove, he was stopped close in front o' the butt end o' the log at the time; an' he jumps off his horse, an' sticks his head in the holler o' the log, an' lets a oath out of him. Fearful feller to swear, he was. "No matter hees name," interposed Helsmok; "he have yoined der graat mayority too."
"Dere has been plenty fight, an' Joe Clamart mus' save hees face tor Antoinette Roland, who hate ze sign of fight lak she hate ze devil, m'sieu! Non, non!" His paddle dug deeper into the water, and David's heart felt lighter. If Joe was an average barometer, and he was a husky and fearless-looking chap, it was probable that neither St. Pierre nor Bateese would demand another chance at him, and St.
"Don Mike's beesiness, she is my beesiness, too, señorita," he growled. "Yes; I zink so," Okada declared. "I zink I go 'nother room." "Murray will prepare one for you, Mr. Okada. I'm so sorry this has happened. Indeed I am!" Pablo hooted. "You sorry, mees? Wait until my Don Mike he's come home and find thees fellow in hees house."
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