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"T'es bath, môme," I hear him say, as they pass me by.... The dance over, he towers above her for a brief second before he swaggers out.... Estelle smiles. Her lips move and she speaks quickly to Edouard, le petit.... He does not listen. Why should he listen to his gigolette? She is wasting her time here anyway.
I got sumpthing just SPLENDUD for you to do!" Verman's expression hardened; he shook his head decisively. "Mo," he said. "Oh, COME on, Verman?" Penrod pleaded. "It isn't anything goin' to HURT you, is it? I tell you it's sumpthing you'd give a good deal to GET to do, if you knew what it is." "Mo!" said Verman firmly. "I mome maw woo!" Penrod offered arguments. "Look, Verman!" he said.
"No; let us ride along the western edge of the woods and dismount. The sun is so hot now, and I should like to rest for a moment," she said. "The western forest is clear of anything disagreeable," said Durand. "Very well," I answered; "call me, Le Bihan, if you find anything." Lys wheeled her mare, and I followed across the springy heather, Môme trotting cheerfully in the rear.
They lie piled up in the gravel pit on the edge of Le Bihan's wheat field. The men are at work yet. Le Bihan is going to stop them." "Let's go over," said I; and I picked up my gun and started across the cliffs, Portin on one side, Môme on the other. "Who has the list?" I asked, lighting my pipe. "You say there is a list?" "The list was found rolled up in a brass cylinder," said the chemist.
"Don't act as though I was in the habit of beating you to death," I said, disgusted. I had never in my life raised whip to the brute. "But you are a fool dog," I continued. "No, you needn't come to be babied and wept over; Lys can do that, if she insists, but I am ashamed of you, and you can go to the devil." Môme slunk off into the house, and I followed, mounting directly to my wife's boudoir.
"Poor Jean! He will be glad, won't he? What a dear fellow you are!" "Nonsense," said I; "we need a gardener; you said so yourself, Lys." But Lys leaned over and kissed me, and then bent down and hugged Môme who whistled through his nose in sentimental appreciation. "I am a very happy woman," said Lys. "Môme was a very bad dog to-day," I observed. "Poor Môme!" said Lys, smiling.
She didn't cry at the end, though to me her face with its strain of self-possession was more pathetic than any weeping. "Well" she said to me as she came through the shop to the cab, "Here's old orf, George! Orf to Mome number two! Good-bye!" And she took me in her arms and kissed me and pressed me to her. Then she dived straight for the cab before I could answer her.
Môme pushed his head into her lap, received an undeserved caress, and came doubtfully toward me. I was weak enough to condone his offense, but I made him lie down at my feet, greatly to his disgust. I rested my head on Lys's knees, looking up at the sky through the crossed branches of the trees. "I suppose I have killed him," I said. "It shocks me terribly, Lys." "You could not have known, dear.
'I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble. 'Well, a "RATH" is a sort of green pig: but "MOME" I'm not certain about. I think it's short for "from home" meaning that they'd lost their way, you know. 'And what does "OUTGRABE" mean?
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