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Ah!" continued St.-Ange, as they descended the stairs, "I thing every man muz have the rilligion he like' the bez me, I like the Catholique rilligion the bez-for me it IS the bez. Every man will sure go to heaven if he like his rilligion the bez."
Rilligion is a very strange; I know a man one time, he thing it was wrong to go to cock-fight Sunday evening. I thing it is all 'abit. Mais, come, Posson Jone'; I have got one friend, Miguel; led us go at his house and ged some coffee. Come; Miguel have no familie; only him and Joe always like to see friend; allons, led us come yonder."
"Why, Jools, my dear friend, you know," said the shamefaced parson, "I never visit on Sundays." "Never w'at?" asked the astounded Creole. "No," said Jones, smiling awkwardly. "Never visite?" "Exceptin' sometimes amongst church-members." said Parson Jones. "Mais," said the seductive St.-Ange, "Miguel and Joe is church-member' certainlee! They love to talk about rilligion.
"Why, Jools, my dear friend, you know," said the shamefaced parson, "I never visit on Sundays." "Never w'at?" asked the astounded Creole. "No," said Jones, smiling awkwardly. "Never visite?" "Exceptin' sometimes amongst church-members," said Parson Jones. "Mais," said the seductive St.-Ange, "Miguel and Joe is church- member' certainlee! They love to talk about rilligion.
Come at Miguel and talk about some rilligion. I am nearly expire for me coffee." Parson Jones took his hat from beneath his chair and rose up. "Jools," said the weak giant, "I ought to be in church right now." "Mais, the church is right yonder at Miguel', yes.
Ah!" continued St.-Ange, as they descended the stairs, "I thing every man muz have the rilligion he like' the bez me, I like the Catholique rilligion the bez for me it is the bez. Every man will sure go to heaven if he like his rilligion the bez."
Rilligion is a very strange; I know a man one time, he thing it was wrong to go to cock-fight Sunday evening. I thing it is all 'abit. Mais, come, Posson Jone'; I have got one friend, Miguel; led us go at his house and ged some coffee. Come; Miguel have no familie; only him and Joe always like to see friend; allons, led us come yonder."
Come at Miguel and talk about some rilligion. I am nearly expire for me coffee." Parson Jones took his hat from beneath his chair and rose up. "Jools," said the weak giant, "I ought to be in church right now." "Mais, the church is right yonder at Miguel', yes.
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