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"Whoever burns me for a fool 'll lose their ashes. Des monz a fous I have a head! Come with me." Ranulph saw that he must humour the shrewd natural, so he said: "Et ben, put your four shirts in five bundles and come along." He was a true Jerseyman at heart, and speaking to such as Dormy Jamais he used the homely patois phrases.
"I see this," said Mr. Pole, "that he's a confounded rascal, and I'll know whether the law can't reach him." "Ha! ze law!" Mr. Pericles sneered. "So you are, you. English. Always, ze law! But, we are men we are not machine. Law for a machine, not a man! We punish him, perhaps. Well; he is punished. He is imprisoned forty monz. We pay for him a sossand pound a monz. He is flogged forty lashes.
All this time she had held the doughnut poised; she seemed to have forgotten her work. Suddenly the wooden fork holding the cake was taken from her fingers by the daft Dormy Jamais who had crept near. "Des monz a fou," said he, "to spoil good eating so! What says fishing-man: When sails flap, owner may whistle for cargo. Tut, tut, goose Carterette!"
All this time she had held the doughnut poised; she seemed to have forgotten her work. Suddenly the wooden fork holding the cake was taken from her fingers by the daft Dormy Jamais who had crept near. "Des monz a fou," said he, "to spoil good eating so! What says fishing- man: When sails flap, owner may whistle for cargo. Tut, tut, goose Carterette!"
"Ah, but what voices you must have heard in Italy," said Emilia softly. "I am afraid to sing after them. Si: I dare not." She panted, little in keeping with the cajolery of her tones, but she had got Mr. Pericles upon a theme serious to his mind. "Not a voice! not one!" he cried, stamping his foot. "All is French. I go twice wizin six monz, and if I go to a goose-yard I hear better.
"Ah, but what voices you must have heard in Italy," said Emilia softly. "I am afraid to sing after them. Si: I dare not." She panted, little in keeping with the cajolery of her tones, but she had got Mr. Pericles upon a theme serious to his mind. "Not a voice! not one!" he cried, stamping his foot. "All is French. I go twice wizin six monz, and if I go to a goose-yard I hear better.
"Come with me, I've got him safe," Dormy chuckled to himself. Ranulph's heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. "What's that you're saying my father with you! What's the matter?" As though oblivious of Ranulph's hand Dormy went on chuckling. "Whoever burns me for a fool 'll lose their ashes. Des monz a fous I have a head! Come with me."
"I see this," said Mr. Pole, "that he's a confounded rascal, and I'll know whether the law can't reach him." "Ha! ze law!" Mr. Pericles sneered. "So you are, you. English. Always, ze law! But, we are men we are not machine. Law for a machine, not a man! We punish him, perhaps. Well; he is punished. He is imprisoned forty monz. We pay for him a sossand pound a monz. He is flogged forty lashes.
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