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Updated: May 24, 2025
She nodded her head convincingly, and the great ruffle on her cap shook in corroboration. "But I hain't never hed the right medjure o' respec' out'n Nate, an' his dad hain't, nuther." Birt listened vaguely to this account of his friend's filial shortcomings, his absent eyes fixed upon the wide landscape, and his mind busy with the anxious problems of Nate's broken promises.
I give you good position; awso money." "And that was how these criminals were converted?" I say, remembering the promise of the story. "Yeh; convert to behead. Dissa case," concluded Fuey, "show how Gaw can convert cliliman when he wish; show how Gaw is glate. I tay you China peoples not heeffen. China 'ligion teach to try to affection one anudder; respec' yo' parents; an' charity an' pure moral.
"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," said Poopoo, as the auctioneer descended his pedestal, "you shall excusez-moi, if I shall go to votre bureau, your counting-house, ver quick to make every ting sure wid respec to de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege. Von leetle bird in de hand he vorth two in de tree, c'est vrai eh?" "Certainly, sir." "Vell den, allons."
"I'll have 'Sizzle make a fine yard for the goat, where he'll have plenty of blue grass to eat. An' I'll have a pretty fence put around it an' make all the people honor an' respec' him jus' as long as he lives." "I'll gladly do that," promised the new Boolooroo, "and I'll feed the honorable goat all the shavings and leather and tin cans he can eat, besides the grass.
Don' you know it's her as cooks all our wittles?" "How could I know, Peter, for you never call her anything but `cook? But I'm glad you have told me, for I'll regard her now with increased respect from this day forth." "Das right, Geo'ge. You can't pay 'er too much respec'. Now we'll go an' look at de works."
Sae, at the risk o' angerin' ye, I maun tell yer lordship, wi' a' respec', 'at gien I can help it, there sall no han', gentle or semple, be laid upo' the laird against his ain wull." The marquis was getting tired of the contest. He was angry too, and none the less that he felt Malcolm was in the right. "Go to the devil you booby!" he said even more in impatience than in wrath.
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