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As her voice came forth she coloured, her cheeks expanded, and the words sallied out in puffs: "Nannin, Jean, you smell shark when it is but herring. You cry wasp when the critchett sing. I will believe war when I see the splinters fly me!" Jean looked at his wife in astonishment. That was the longest speech he had ever heard her make.
He was about to move on. She frowned in vexation, yet she saw that he was pale and heavy-eyed, and she beckoned him to come to her. "What's gone wrong, big wood-worm?" she said, eyeing him closely, and striving anxiously to read his face. He looked at her sharply, but the softness in her black eyes somehow reassured him, and he said quite kindly: "Nannin, 'tite garcon, nothing's matter."
"Nannin, ma'm'selle, 'tis plain to be seen you can't guess what a cornfield grows besides red poppies." Laughing in sheer delight at the mystery she was making, she broke off again into a whimsical nursery rhyme: "'Coquelicot, j'ai mal au de Coquelicot, qu'est qui l'a fait? Coquelicot, ch'tai mon valet." She kicked off the red slipper again.
He was about to move on. She frowned in vexation, yet she saw that he was pale and heavy-eyed, and she beckoned him to come to her. "What's gone wrong, big wood-worm?" she said, eyeing him closely, and striving anxiously to read his face. He looked at her sharply, but the softness in her black eyes somehow reassured him, and he said quite kindly: "Nannin, 'tite garcon, nothing's matter."
The Undertaker's Apprentice, thinking this a reflection upon his arrangements, said, with a wave of the hand to the rope: "Nannin, ch'est tres ship-shape, Maitre!" The Undertaker's Apprentice was wrong. He had made everything ship- shape, as he thought, but a gin had been set for him.
The Undertaker's Apprentice, thinking this a reflection upon his arrangements, said, with a wave of the hand to the rope: "Nannin, ch'est tres ship-shape, Maitre!" The Undertaker's Apprentice was wrong. He had made everything ship-shape, as he thought, but a gin had been set for him.
De hofficier call down to him: 'Is dere nosing else you will take? 'Nannin, do not tempt me, say mon onc' 'Lias. 'I am not a gourman'. I will take de privator dat is my hobby. All de time de cannons grand dey brow-brou! boum-boum! what you call discomfortable. Time is de great t'ing, so de hofficier wipe de tears out of his face again. 'Coum up, he say; 'de privator is yours. "Away dey go.
De hofficier call down to him: 'Is dere nosing else you will take? 'Nannin, do not tempt me, say mon onc' 'Lias. 'I am not a gourman'. I will take de privator dat is my hobby. All de time de cannons grand dey brow-brou! boum-boum! what you call discomfortable. Time is de great t'ing, so de hofficier wipe de tears out of his face again. 'Coum up, he say; 'de privator is yours. "Away dey go.
"Nannin, ma'm'selle, 'tis plain to be seen you can't guess what a cornfield grows besides red poppies." Laughing in sheer delight at the mystery she was making, she broke off again into a whimsical nursery rhyme: "'Coquelicot, j'ai mal au de Coquelicot, qu'est qui l'a fait? Coquelicot, ch'tai mon valet." She kicked off the red slipper again.
As her voice came forth she coloured, her cheeks expanded, and the words sallied out in puffs: "Nannin, Jean, you smell shark when it is but herring. You cry wasp when the critchett sing. I will believe war when I see the splinters fly me!" Jean looked at his wife in astonishment. That was the longest speech he had ever heard her make.
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