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Closing it behind her, he shot the bolt and ran back to the window. As he did so, a hand appeared on the windowsill, and a face followed the hand. "Ha! Nicolas Lavilette, is that you? So, you know my leetla whistle again!" Nicolas's brow darkened.
"I can see that hot wind lean down and twist the grain about a dam devil thing from the Arzone desert down South. I take Gal back home, and we sit there all day, and all the nex' day, and a leetla more, and when we have look enough, there is no grain on that hunder' acre farm only a dry-up prairie, all grey and limp.
But first, when you die, we will put you way down in de leetla warm house in de ground, on de side of de hill, in de Parish of Bon'venture, because it is de only place for a gipsy like Vanne Castine. "You ask me-ah!
This is what he said when he came back: "You want know 'bout him, bagosh! Dat is somet'ing to see, dat man Ingles is his name. Sooch hair mooch long an' brown, and a leetla beard not so brown, an' a leather sole onto his feet, and a grey coat to his anklesyes, so like dat. An' his voice voila, it is like water in a cave.
It was part of his commercial equipment, an asset of his boyhood spent among the peasants on the family estate in Galway. Father Bourassa fanned himself with the black broadbrim hat he wore, and looked benignly but quizzically on the wiry, sharp-faced Irishman. "You t'ink her heart is leetla. But perhaps it is your mind not so big enough to see hein?"
Ferrero turned to Cogan, now in English, 'Sir, a stranger? And Cogan said, 'Si, señor, a stranger from the United States. "And Ferrero said, 'Ah-h Americano cer-tain-ly, in the most charitable tone. 'Señor, I speak your language a leetla bit. It is true I lived one time in your contry a fine contry is U-ni-ted Stat-es two years yes, sir, surely. Listen, please.
Closing it behind her, he shot the bolt and ran back to the window. As he did so, a hand appeared on the windowsill, and a face followed the hand. "Ha! Nicolas Lavilette, is that you? So, you know my leetla whistle again!" Nicolas's brow darkened.
By this McGilveray knew that this was the maid that had got him into all this trouble. At first he was inclined to say so, but she came nearer, and one look of her black eyes changed all that. "You've a way wid you, me darlin'," said McGilveray, not thinking that she might understand. "A leetla way of my own," she answered in broken English. McGilveray started.
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