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He spoke a queer jargon of Italian, Spanish, French, and English, humorously relieved with scraps of ecclesiastical Latin, and to those who inquired of Roderick what he found to interest him in such a fantastic jackanapes, the latter would reply, looking at his interlocutor with his lucid blue eyes, that it was worth any sacrifice to hear him talk nonsense!
"Hough," was all the old pirate would answer. "When do you expect him back, friend?" inquired the interpreter. To this Vlacco would not deign a "Hough;" but looked as if he was very much inclined to shove his interlocutor over the cliff.
He advanced with his thumbs hooked importantly in the arm holes of his vest and braced his legs apart as he faced Bull. The elevation of the veranda floor raised him so that he was actually some inches above the head of his interlocutor, and the tall man was deeply grateful for that advantage.
Choose which suits you, and try not to be bored. Someone asked Newton one day why he walked when he wanted to, and how his arm and his hand moved at his will. He answered manfully that he had no idea. "But at least," his interlocutor said to him, "you who understand so well the gravitation of the planets will tell me why they turn in one direction rather than in another!"
"What his lordship 'ud be a deal likelier to do," pursued Joseph, declaiming, in imitation of his supposed interlocutor, with his head through the ladder, and waving the billhook and the saw gently in either hand, "'ud be to say as a poor chap as wanted it might goo up to the Hall kitchen and have a bite that's what annybody 'ud say in Hey don Hay as happened to be inquired of."
He in his turn asked many questions concerning Malacca and the Malay Straits, about which his interlocutor was able to give him all the information sought for. The next morning the sightseer and his followers ascended the mountain on ponies to see the volcano.
He has told lots of people." "He has told even you," Mr. Longdon smiled. "Yes but that isn't the same. I don't think he's a bit dreadful," she pursued. Still, there was a greater interest. "Do you like Mr. Van?" This time her interlocutor indeed hung fire. "How can I tell? He dazzles me." "But don't you like that?" Then before he could really say: "You're afraid he may be false?"
He was shouting towards the wreck, his hand to his mouth. "Send the master over next, you lubbers, or we'll cut the line. Do you hear?" There was no reply or, if there was, it was drowned in the wind. Lessingham gripped the fisherman by the arm. "Whom do you mean by 'master'?" he demanded. Dumble scarcely glanced at his interlocutor. "Why, Sir Henry Cranston, to be sure," was the agitated answer.
He had not even tried to do so. What he had aimed at was something very different. His aim was to give the spirit of the conversation, to produce the extreme characteristic impression made on his mind by the talk of his interlocutor, not the words themselves.
Ivan was besieged with questions, to which his replies were so unsatisfactory that a general appeal was made to the authority of the Principessa Contarini. To her Ivan gave a brief account of the event, and then himself became an eager interlocutor. His first triple question also ended, for some time, his remarks. And when he had been fully answered, his mind was too full for further utterance.
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