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"Alf, 'ow's this: 'Madamaselly, avay vu dee pang?" "Wot do you s'y for 'Gimme a tuppenny packet o' Nosegay'?" "'Bonjoor, Monseer! That ain't so dusty, Freddie, wot?" "Let's try that Marcelase again. You start it, 'Arry." "Let Nobby. 'E knows the sounds better'n wot I do." "'It 'er up, Nobby! We gotta learn that so we can sing it on the march." "Wite till I find it in me book. All right now
'Twas just such a hot broth of a day as this has been. And I'd call at him 'Hey, monseer! and he'd look at me black, with the damp showin' through his shirt in places. "'Fat, strong mans, says I to General De Vega, 'is needed in New Orleans. Yes. To carry on the good work. Carrambos! Erin go bragh!" Breakfast in Coralio was at eleven. Therefore the people did not go to market early.
"Splashed, quoth-a!-why I thought you were soused all over.-Come, come, don't mince the matter, never spoil a good story; you know you hadn't a dry thread about you-'Fore George, I shall never think on't without hollooing! such a poor forlorn draggle-tailed-gentlewoman! and poor Monseer French, here, like a drowned rat, by your side!"
So I hear you're Miss Belmont now;-pray, how does old Madame French do?" "Madame Duval," said I, "is, I believe, very well." "I hope she is in good case," said he, winking significantly, "and won't flinch at seeing service: she has laid by long enough to refit and be made tight. And pray how does poor Monseer Doleful do? Is he as lank-jawed as ever?"
"Why nothing-nothing's the matter. O mon Dieu!" And she rose, and walked about the room. "Why, what,-has Monseer sent to you?" continued the Captain: "is that there letter from him?" "No,-it i'n't;-besides, if it is, it's nothing to you." "O then, I'm sure it is!
Still, they wouldn't have been human if they had not done some romancing. There were a dozen yarns, each at variance with the other. First, the old "monseer" was a fugitive from France; everybody granted that. Second, that he had helped to cut off King Lewis' head; but nobody could prove that.
Madame Duval's cup fell from her hand, as she repeated "Du Bois! Monsieur Du Bois, did you say?" "Du Bois! why, that's my friend," cried the Captain, "that's Monseer Slippery, i'n't it?-Why, he's plaguy fond of sousing work; howsomever, I'll be sworn they gave him his fill of it."
"O very well, Sir, laugh on, it's like your manners; however, if poor Monsieur Du Bois hadn't met with that unlucky accident himself I shouldn't have wanted nobody's help." "O, I promise you, Madame, you'd never have had mine; I knew my distance better: and as to your being a little ducked, or so, why, to be sure, Monseer and you settled that between yourselves; so it was no business of mine."
Lovel, "be of good heart, all may end well yet, and you and Monseer Longtail be as good friends as ever." "I'm surprised, Mrs. Beaumont," cried Mr. Lovel, starting up, "that you can suffer a person under your roof to be treated so inhumanly." "What argufies so many words?" said the unfeeling Captain; "it is but a slit of the ear; it only looks as if you had been in the pillory."
'Will the senor respect the discoveryments he has made, that the mans on the ship shall not be acquaint? The senor will be a gentleman that shall not expose one thing that by accident occur. "'Monseer, says I for I judged him to be a kind of Frenchman 'receive my most exasperated assurances that your secret is safe with James Clancy.
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