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You know my papa he hown a sugah-plantation, you know. 'Jules, me son, he say one time to me, 'I goin' to make one baril sugah to fedge the moze high price in New Orleans. Well, he take his bez baril sugah I nevah see a so careful man like me papa always to make a so beautiful sugah et sirop.
I told the mistress and I told the doctor you wasn't in no state to go downstairs yet, or worse still, to be 'avin' company, not if it was Miss Maggie and Miss Bessie, leastways not hout of your hown room. 'Ere, let me 'old the basin; you're not fit to do it. There now, here, child, why, bless your 'eart, Miss Lena, what is it?"
"To me; Jean Poquelin; I hown 'im meself." "Well, sir?" "He don't billong to you; I get him from me father." "That is perfectly true, Mr. Poquelin, as far as I am aware." "You want to make strit pass yond'?" "I do not know, sir; it is quite probable; but the city will indemnify you for any loss you may suffer you will get paid, you understand." "Strit can't pass dare."
"Tummas," answered the little man, severely, "since you seem to have accepted service with these heathen savages, it becomes you to do their bidding without hesitation; but I never expected to see a respectable English valet sink so low, I certainly never did." "Oh Lawk, Muster Bullen! Hi opes, sir, as you don't think Hi've done such a think of my hown free will. No, sir.
Of course there's not much of a pop'lation in them parts, I've heer'd; but there's Heskimos, and where one man can live, so can another, and what one man can do, so can another that's bin my hexperience, and I'm not ashamed to hown it, I'm not, though I do say it as shouldn't, and I honour you, sir, for your filleral detarmination to find your father, sir, and "
And hover and above this, Meester Pepper, I thought summut might turn hup by and by, in vhich it vould be best for I to keep my hown counsel and nab the revard, if I hever durst make myself known."
It is 'ard lines, no doubt; it's 'ard lines to have to hown yourself beat; it's 'ard lines to 'ave to come and beg to you for charity." "When, if things had only gone right, the whole place was as good as your own?" suggested Attwater. "I can understand the feeling." "You are judging me, Mr. Attwater," said the clerk, "and God knows how unjustly!
You know my papa he hown a sugah-plantation, you know. 'Jules, me son, he say one time to me, 'I goin' to make one baril sugah to fedge the moze high price in New Orleans. Well, he take his bez baril sugah I nevah see a so careful man like me papa always to make a so beautiful sugah et sirop.
Why not go altogether?" The little Canuck paused, as if uncertain whether he was made the object of unfriendly derision or not, and looked at Westover for help. Apparently he decided to chance it in as bitter an answer as he could invent. "The 'oss can't 'elp 'imself, Mr. Durgin. 'E stay. But you don' hown EVERYBODY." "That's so, Jombateeste," said Jeff. "That's a good hit.
'Wilkes an' Liberty, say I; 'forever, say I. An' w'en I see 'im goin' to the Tower to be'old the Champion, 'Captain Paul, says I, 'yere a man arfter my hown 'eart. My heye, sir, didn't I see 'im, w'n a mere lad, take the John into Kingston 'arbour in the face o' the worst gale I hever seed blowed in the Caribbees?
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