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The soldier withdrew. "He will get them. You dine with us, I hope, to-night at seven. Are you English, mees?" "Yes, English with the French Army. I am really so grateful..." "The other room was not possible. I like the English, mees. I have known them at my home near Biarritz. You and I must talk a little. Do you care to read?" "Oh, yes, if I get time...."
"No; please don't trouble. Oh, Carl!" she exclaimed suddenly. "The horrid brier! My hand's all scratched!" "Ah, Mees Jan, I so sorry! Let Carl see it," he said, his voice melting. "I tak' ta brier out," pushing back the tangled vines of last year to bring himself nearer. The clouds sailed on. The sparrow stood, on its tallest toes and twisted its little neck.
With his old roar of exuberant gusto the Baron announced, in a voice that drowned even the five ministers "Ach, yes, I vill toss ze caber to-morrow! I vill toss him so high!" "How long shall he be? So tall as my castle: Mees Gallosh, you shall help me? Ach, yes! Mit hands so fair ze caber vill spring like zis!"
Fräulein Vogel contented herself with a nod, and attacked bread and ham in hungry silence. "Your walk has given you a fine color," the Frau Pastorin continued blandly. Then, turning to the artist, "You should paint the Mees, Fräulein. 'A Study of America. That would sound well, would it not?"
A stand lamp of antique pattern but dimly illuminated the place, which seemed well furnished in an old fashioned way. "Will not you remove your wraps, Mees Mees I do not know ma'm'selle's name." "What is your own name?" asked Louise, coming closer to gaze earnestly into the other's face. "I am called Madame Cerise, if it please you."
Madame Steele haf promise to help us. She ask me to zay she will spik vidth you." With a show of indolence I accompany him to where Mrs. Steele's chair is stretched out under the awning, for the day is very sultry. "I haf play vidth Mees Rogair," he whispers on the way, "and haf make her promise to get out her camarah I vould haf your photographie." Mrs.
Ony drink. Ha! dere be noting like tea." "Wow! man, mind what yer aboot. Ye'll scald him," said Dougall, anxiously. "You hole yoos tongue," replied the carpenter contemptuously, "me knows w'at mees do. Don' wants no Scoshmans for tell me. Voila! Monsieur have swaller un peu!" This was true.
The captain watched him attentively. "I don't believe those women inside mean to drive any marriage bargain with you, Hugo," he said gruffly. "I doubt whether the little mees would marry you if you asked her. Her dot, I hear, is e-normous!" waving his hand upward as if to mountain heights. "And as for beauty, she is a wild rose!"
Monsieur Deville, quickly recovering his habitual gaiety, chirruped: "Have I not said, Mees Hale, to your father that hees gairl sall be safe as ze baby in ze cradle? Have I not keep my word? Ze leetle blow of ze wind, it is all ovair. What we care now for ze boat-wreckair, ze bad robbair? Voila! have we not brush away ze mosquito?
"But hurry up with your records; it doesn't need science or the newspapers, does it, to tell you that the beautiful Miss Winship cannot go about very freely?" "Ach, no," said he humbly; for he could not look upon my face and hold his anger. "If I haf not alreaty gifen to Mees Veensheep t'e perfect beauty t'at I promised, I cannot conceive greater perfection.
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