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Ruyter's visage changed from a look of deep cunning to one of childlike simplicity as he replied "Can't go for to say what de glitter of him's eye got to do wid it. Snakes' eyes glitter sometimes s'pose 'cause he can't help it, or he's wicked p'raps." Considine smiled, but, seeing that the Hottentot did not choose to be communicative on the point, he forbore further question.
Hofficers ob de Brish navy got notting else to do but kotch an' hang sitch varmints. Eh? I's right?" "Well, no," returned Captain Fitzgerald, laughing, "not altogether right as to the duties of officers of the British navy. However, you're right as to my object, and I see that this pirate is no friend of yours." "No friend, oh! no not at all. Him's far more nor dat.
"Him's not drownin' yet," answered the matter-of-fact native. "Me 'vise you to let Jakolu go. Hims can sweem berer dan you. See, here am bit plank, too, me take dat."
We goes out, me an' me frind. Him's name Ravelo." Again Ravelo shook hands with Mark, despite the rattling chain, nodded pleasantly to him, after the English fashion, and took his departure with his tall friend.
"Tut off him's head," cried Dolly, clapping her fat little hands. "No, burn him for a witch," said Jenny. "Oh no! ve'll skeese him flat till he's bu'sted," suggested Job. But Jenny thought that would be too cruel, and Harry said it would be too tame. It must not be supposed that these and several other appalling tortures were meant to be really attempted. As Job afterwards said, it was only play.
'He left me when Maryann was a baby, went mining to America, and after about six months never wrote a line nor sent me a penny bit. I can't say whether he's alive or dead, the villain. All I've heard of him's to the bad and I've heard nothing for years an' all, now. She sobbed violently. The golden-skinned, handsome man near the fire watched her as she wept.
If the boss'll excuse me, me mate's dead-set against a woman doing things for him. If you wouldn't mind not coming. He'd rather have me. Me and him's been mates this seven years. The boss 'll understand."
"Not'ing," replied the girl in English, "but she trust Pedro." "So do I, with all my heart," returned Lawrence; "my question was prompted by curiosity, not by doubt." "I's not so sure," said Quashy, with a frown, and a tone of self-assertion which was rare in him. "Nice-lookin' men like him's not allers as nice as dey looks." "Fie, Quashy! I thought you were of a more trustful spirit."
After she had handed over the receipt prepared beforehand by Kilquhanity, she replied to M. Garon's inquiry concerning her husband in these words: "Misther Garon, sir, such a man it is enough to break the heart of anny woman. And the timper of him Misther Garon, the timper of him's that awful, awful! No conshideration, and that ugly-hearted, got whin a soldier b'y!
So he handed me the dope I just sprung on yeh, an' he says besides that you an' him's the only ones left. The other one got his'n down in Mexico where he'd throw'd in with some Greaser bandits." "An' what Did you give him the gun?" asked the bartender. Purdy nodded: "Sure. He' done a good job, too. He was game, all right, never whimpered nor hung back on the halter.
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