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Leonora answered in the words of a celebrated great man: "C'est facile de se servir de pareils moyens; c'est difficile de s'y resoudre." "But if no other means would succeed," said I, "would not you sacrifice your pride to your love?" "My pride, willingly; but not my sense of what is right," said she, with an indescribable mixture of tenderness and firmness in her manner.
Wotever you do an' wotever you s'y, don't forget to myke the lads think you're an out-an'-outer, if you understand my meaning, a Britisher, you know. They'll tyke to you. Strike me blind! Be free an' easy with 'em, no swank, mind you! an' they'll be downright pals with you. You're different, you know. But don't put on no airs. Wot I mean is, don't let 'em think that you think you're different.
"You must not trust me too far. I am a spoilt child wild, unbridled, unaccustomed to please others except by pleasing myself." Her actress-nature enjoyed the picture of herself. She felt that Baudelaire himself would have admired it. Lassalle's answer was subtly attuned: "My Satanic enchantress! my bewitching child of the devil." "Bien fou qui s'y fie.
"L'eau, qui s'y trouve ordinairement en assez grande abondance, en détacha, extraha d'un et l'autre, et les combina après tous les deux ensemble. Cette même eau les dissout derechef, et en fait de nouvelles combinaisons. C'est ce qu'on voit évidemment l
Then at length, early one morning, Ally Bazan, who had been posted at the bows, came scrambling aft to Hardenberg at the wheel. He was gasping for breath in his excitement. "Hi! There we are," he shouted. "O Lord! Oh, I s'y! Now we're in fer it. That's them! That's them! By the great jumpin' jimminy Christmas, that's them fer fair! Strike me blind for a bleedin' gutter-cat if it eyent. O Lord!
I axed pertic'ler. This gray car brought a gentleman, a small, youngish man, 'oo skipped up the Embassy steps like a lamplighter, and went in afore you could s'y 'knife. Somebody might ha' bin watchin' for him through the keyhole, the door was opened that quick. Then the car went off. My friend wouldn't ha' given a second thought to it if the gentleman hadn't vanished like a jack-in-the-box.
"Sorjint?" he broke in mincingly "c'n I fall out an' tork t' me sister? garn, Reddy! wipe orf yer chin! . . . though if I did 'appen t' 'ave a sister she might s'y th' sime fing abaht me, now, as she might s'y abaht you to a lydy-fren' o' 'er's, p'raps. . . ." "Say what?" demanded George incautiously.
'Shut your damned mouth! that's wot the Doctor s'ys to me. Well, I 'ave shut it!" He closed his jaws upon an inch-thick slice. "But wot I s'y to myself is," he continued, masticating, "that makes the Third Time, an' the Third Time's the Charm!" "Wot do you mean by the third time, deer?" asked Mrs. Keyse, putting more hot water in the teapot.
Now she lays there she's no more than a wife a wife wots goin' to meet 'er 'usband agin after yeers an' yeers o' waitin'. For 'er Crown she leaves be'ind 'er for 'er son, but 'er weddin' ring goes wiv' 'er in 'er coffin! See?" "I pipe. Wonder wot 'Er an' 'Im 'll s'y to one another fust thing they meet?" "They won't s'y nothink," said the visionary, soberly taking tea.
You never knew wot it was to go 'ungry, to cry yerself asleep with yer little belly gnawin' an' gnawin', like a rat inside yer. It carn't come right. If I was President of the United Stytes to-morrer, 'ow would it fill my belly for one time w'en I was a kiddy and it went empty? "'Ow could it, I s'y? I was born to sufferin' and sorrer. I've had more cruel sufferin' than any ten men, I 'ave.
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