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Moi, je to marierai, Ma luron lurette! Moi, je to marierai, Ma luron lure! "So; and another year it go along, and Bargon he know that if there come bad crop it is good-bye-my lover with himselves. He owe two hunder' and fifty dollar. It is the spring at Easter, and I go up to him and Norinne, for there is no Mass, and Pontiac is too far away off.

'We were a pack o' cowards to let 'em carry off yon chaps as easy as they did, a'm reckoning! 'A think so, indeed, said another voice. Daniel went on 'We was two hunder, if we was a man; an' t' gang has niver numbered above twelve. 'But they was armed. A seen t' glitter on their cutlasses, spoke out a fresh voice.

He is over there at the Old Man Lak', where you can get at him easy, not like in the city where he lif'. Over in the States, he laugh mebbe, becos' he is at home, an' can buy off the law. But here it is Canadaw, an' they not care eef he have hunder' meellion dollar. He know that sure.

Ay, wisdom is justified o' her children; an' any other man than me wad ha' made the indent eight hunder. Hay was our skipper ye'll have met him. They shifted him to the Torgau, an' bade me wait for the Breslau under young Bannister. Ye'll obsairve there'd been a new election on the Board. I heard the shares were sellin' hither an' yon, an' the major part of the Board was new to me.

As he spoke, he turned away, and had laid his hand on the latch of the door, when the woman spoke again. "Tak th' loaf," she said; "it'll be aw the same in less than a hunder year." She spoke crossly, almost angrily. Cosmo seemed to himself to understand her entirely.

Five thousand seven hunder an' forty pounds, with costs, an' exclusive o' new engines! They'd ha' done better to ha' kept me on the old timin'. "But, even so, the new Board were all for retrenchment. Young Steiner, the Jew, was at the bottom of it. They sacked men right an' left, that would not eat the dirt the Board gave 'em.

And once a young gentleman alas! he is so young he get up from his chair, and cry out, 'All is lost! I go to die! He raise a pistol to his head; but M'sieu' Doltaire catch his hand, and say quite soft and gentle, 'No, no, mon enfant, enough of making fun of us. Here is the hunder' louis I borrow of you yesterday. Take your revenge. The lad sit down slow, looking ver' strange at M'sieu' Doltaire.

"Don't let's hev another 'thout somethin' between," said Dan; and the accordion struck up a rattling, catchy tune that ended: "It's six an' twenty Sundays sence las' we saw the land, With fifteen hunder quintal, An' fifteen hunder quintal, 'Teen hunder toppin' quintal, 'Twix' old 'Queereau an' Grand!" "Hold on!" roared Tom Platt. "D'ye want to nail the trip, Dan?

Ole tam long ago, Pierre Cadotte is stole feefteen skin of de otter de sea-otter and he is sol' dem on Winnipeg. He is get 'bout thousand beaver five hunder' dollar. Den he is mak' dose longue voyage wes' ver' far wes' on dit Peace Reever. He is mak' heem dose cabane, w'ere he is leev long tam wid wan man of Mackenzie. He is call it hees nam' Dick Henderson.

"Ah, to be sure one of the hunder gardeners as I put on three or four weeks ago." "Yes, please, sir." "Little girl, what are you a-doin' in that garden? Why are you wandering in the vicinity of this mansion?" "Please, I'm looking for Hermy." "'Ermy?" repeated Mr. Brimberly, "'Ermy? Wot kind of creater may that be? Is it a dog? Is it a cat? Wot is it?" "It's only my Princess Nobody, sir!"