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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Come, come, these cold hands pergui, but we must stop that! They are so cold." She rubbed them hard. "The poor child of heaven what has come over you? Speak to me... ah, but see, everything will come all right by and by! God is good. Nothing's as bad as what it seems. There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer.
That young Torode is no fool, though he is hot-headed enough and as full of conceit as he can hold. And, pergui, he knows what he wants." "And Carette?" Aunt Jeanne's only answer to that was a shrug. She was, as I think I have said, a very shrewd person.
Wait you one minute;" and very soon the door opened, and he dragged me in, gripping my hand as if it were a rudder in a gale, so that it ached for an hour after. "And you're all safe and sound, mon gars? "As safe and sound as Sercq, Uncle George. Can you let me have Black Boy?" "Pergui! But it's a happy woman your mother will be this night. She never would give you up, Phil. It's just wonderful "
It is great news, but the way he read so sour I do not like, ba su! I see Maitre Damian the schoolmaster pass my door. I beckon, and he come. I take my letter here, I hold it close to his eyes. 'Read on that for me, Maitre Damian you, I say. O my good, when he read it, it sing sweet like a song, pergui!
How many, in such English as you have attained to, and what did they mean according to your wizardry?" "Pergui, you, too, are not polite! Your words are like this" measuring off an expanding half yard in the air, "they are all wind." "Smart boy! How many crows did you see this morning?" "First I saw two and then I saw three." "Two and three make five. Croaker!
"And what does Peter Port say to it all?" "Pergui! Peter Port didn't like having its bread taken out of its mouth, not that it's bread contents Monsieur Torode, not by a very long way. Fine doings there are on Herm, they say, when they're all at home there. But he's too big and bold a man to interfere with. He pays for the island, they say, and a good price too.
It is great news, but the way he read so sour I do not like, ba su! I see Maitre Damian the schoolmaster pass my door. I beckon, and he come. I take my letter here, I hold it close to his eyes. 'Read on that for me, Maitre Damian you, I say. O my good, when he read it, it sing sweet like a song, pergui!
"Come, come, these cold hands pergui, but we must stop that! They are so cold." She rubbed them hard. "The poor child of heaven what has come over you? Speak to me . . . ah, but see, everything will come all right by and by! God is good. Nothing's as bad as what it seems. There was never a grey wind but there's a greyer.
"What's it there for if it's not to be got out?" "You mark me, Tom Hamon, no good will come of all this upsetting and digging out the insides of the Island nenni-gia!" "Pergui, mother, where do you think all the silver and gold in the world came from?" "It didn't come out of our Sark rocks any way, mon gars." "Good thing for us if it had, ma fé!
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