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Updated: June 22, 2025
Ferdinand Hiller, composer, pianist and one of Hector's intimate friends, fell deeply in love with Marie Moke, a beautiful, talented girl who, later on, won considerable fame as a pianist. She became interested in the young French composer, through hearing of his mental suffering from Hiller. They were thrown together in a school where both gave lessons, she on the piano and he on the guitar!
Could n't we work up some sort o' swap for that ole black moke o' yours, with the big head? If I got a trifle o' cash to boot, I would n't mind slingin' in this saddle, an' takin' yours. "To tell you the truth," I replied, "that black horse has carried a pack so long that he's about cooked for saddle. But he does me right enough." "Then I'll tell you what I'll do!" exclaimed Rufus impulsively.
"He said to p-p-put a st-st-stone over D-Davy's grave," says the lad The man turns on the boy. The brows beetle. The mouth gives a squaring movement, significant beyond words. The listener still waits. "And then," says Corkey, "he whisper his good-bye to you. 'Tell her good-bye for me. That's what he said, you moke!" "Yessah." Esther Lockwin grasps those short hands.
On making the attempt, I missed the bridle in the dark; and away shot the colt in one direction, and the loose horse in another. "I bet a note Jack's off," said a voice from the distance. "Gosh, you'd win it if it was twenty," responded another voice from the ground close by. "There goes his moke!" said the first voice. "Come and jam the beggar against the fence, or he'll be off to glory."
The polyglot people that one meets on great international highways of travel are linguists only in the sense that the moke on the variety stage who plays a dozen instruments equally badly is a musician. It is a psychological impossibility to pass through the apprenticeship stage of learning foreign languages at the age when the vernacular is setting without crippling it.
So another donkey was procured, this time with a man's saddle, and putting her foot in the stirrup, she cocked her leg over and took her seat triumphantly. Neither modesty nor bashfulness was to be reckoned among Liza's faults, and in this position she felt quite at ease. 'I'll git along arright now, Tom, she said; 'you garn and git yerself a moke, and come an' jine in.
You go back to the fire at once; I'll rouse them up at Birribalong." "Right you are, miss. Here's a couple of letters. My old moke flung a shoe and went dead lame at Dogtrap; an' wile I was saddlun another, Mrs Butler stuffed 'em in me pocket." He tossed them over the fence, and, wheeling his mount, galloped the way he had come.
If he turn away from the wind he will capsize. On comes the point. It is the abyss of death beyond. "We never will get it!" cries the man. The boy's face is all contortions. He is trying to say something. "Bail, you moke!" commands the man. But his eyes look imploringly on the peninsula of sand. The black face grows hideous. The eyes are white and protrude. The point is off the stern of the yawl.
Keep that fact steadily before you, and you'll be all right. 'There goes the lunch-bell, said Tony. 'You can always tell Merevale's bell in a crowd. William rings it as if he was doing it for his health. William, also known in criminal circles as the Moke, was the gentleman who served the House in a perpetual grin and a suit of livery four sizes too large for him as a sort of butler.
The rebellious oars are seized with hope, but Corkey feels as if he were high on a fractious horse, "Bail, you moke!" he commands in tones that are heard for a hundred yards. "Bail, you cross-eyed, left-handed, two-thumbed, six-toed, stuttering moke!" The boy paddles with his hands. The man, by spasmodic efforts, holds the boat against the wind for a minute, and then loses his control.
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