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Of course I shall change my name to something French or Italian, and hope nobody will discover " But the flageolet-player sat suddenly down upon a damp grave, and broke into hysterical laughter. "Oh-oh-oh! Quick, madame! dance your pretty figures while yet I laugh and before I curse. O stars and planets, look down on this mad world, and help me play!
Are you sure?" "Am I sure? As sure as I am of heaven, Monsieur le cure! I can feel it gnawing at the bottom of my ear! It's eating my head for sure! It's eating my head! Oh-oh-oh!" And he began to stamp his foot again. Great interest had been aroused among the spectators. Each one gave his bit of advice. Poiret claimed that it was a spider, the teacher, thought it might be a caterpillar.
"That's the ticket, waiter! I knew there wasn't nothing round here that tin wouldn't buy. I guess that ain't some great big brown grizzly with a grin for you, Doll!" "Oh-oh-oh!" "I guess they didn't rustle round when your Uncle Fuller began to get sore, and get a great big brown one for you! Gad! the biggest I ever seen almost as big as you, Doll! That's the ticket!
"Yes, I'm the one that married Rabot." Rabot, slender, timid, and self-satisfied, bowed smilingly, bending his head forward as though to say: "Yes, I'm the Rabot whom Blondel married." Suddenly Maitre Belhomme, still holding his handkerchief to his ear, began groaning in a pitiful fashion. He was going "Oh-oh-oh!" and stamping his foot in order to show his terrible suffering.
Perhaps everybody knew, for no one was surprised. Even Caniveau kept mum. But Belhomme began to moan again: "Oh-oh-oh! It's scratching about in the bottom of my ear! Oh, dear, oh, dear!" The coach just then stopped at the Cafe Polyto. The priest said: "If someone were to pour a little water into your ear, it might perhaps drive it out. Do you want to try?" "Sure! I am willing."
Are you sure?" "Am I sure? As sure as I am of heaven, Monsieur le cure! I can feel it gnawing at the bottom of my ear! It's eating my head for sure! It's eating my head! Oh-oh-oh!" And he began to stamp his foot again. Great interest had been aroused among the spectators. Each one gave his bit of advice. Poiret claimed that it was a spider, the teacher, thought it might be a caterpillar.
The choragus has fallen on his knees, and dips his head two or three times in an excavation in the ground, and a choir, also on their knees, repeat in dolorous tones the last words of a slow and solemn refrain. The words are literally translated: Choragus. Oh-oh-oh! the white man is going home! Choir. Oh-oh-oh! going home! Going home, oh-oh-oh! Choragus.
Perhaps everybody knew, for no one was surprised. Even Caniveau kept mum. But Belhomme began to moan again: "Oh-oh-oh! It's scratching about in the bottom of my ear! Oh, dear, oh, dear!" The coach just then stopped at the Cafe Polyto. The priest said: "If someone were to pour a little water into your ear, it might perhaps drive it out. Do you want to try?" "Sure! I am willing."
As I watched her sitting there so patiently, a little pale from her cramped vigil by the bedside, a great tenderness welled up in my heart, for her. Just then Helen's lips began to move. At first the words were inaudible, although Mary leaned forward to catch them. Then with a half-cry, in which there was a perfect agony of fear "Look out, Jim! It's going to hit us! Oh-oh-oh "
"That is just what has happened to us," said Mrs. Billette, as the girls stared incredulously. "We've been robbed of some things that money never can replace. Oh-oh-oh, if I had only put it in a safer place! How could I have been such a fool! Oh! oh!" and Mrs. Billette, poor woman, was fast verging on another attack of hysteria. Mollie put her arms about her mother soothingly.
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