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"Sometimes he has write me, my good sare, but not often, he ish very careful very careful." "And have you nothing by you?" The old Jew turned to a great desk that filled up one end of the dark room, unlocked a variety of doors and drawers, turned over piles of dirty notes, and at last selected a scrap of paper from among them. "This is his writin'," he said, in a guttural whisper.
Sands; but she could not have told her story in a way to impress its truth upon him unless she had been sincere. "The young lady didn't give you any other message?" he asked. "No, sare. She was in much hurry. But I see her mark on a piece of paper," the waiter replied. "Maybe she write you a note." O'Reilly reflected.
"Well, thank you heartily, Jos, for what you have done for us," said he. "And I can assure you, that if you go back to the frigate, you will not be flogged, or even have your grog stopped." "Tankee, sare," answered Jos. "But spose me no go back, no hab fear of floggie at all." "Please yourself," said Jack. "Remain a wandering Malay, or become a civilised British seaman, with Greenwich in prospect.
"Oh, but no vessel could try to put out in a storm like this, Rodd," said Uncle Paul. "No, sare," continued the waiter excitedly; "the boats will go out with the soldiers and take the sheep." "She is a man-of-war, I suppose?" "Yes, sare. Not very big, but an enemy; but if she fight they will shoot from all the forts and sink her." "But how do you know all this?" said Rodd.
"Then out with the whole truth like lightning!" ordered Dave Darrin. He accompanied his order with a shaking that made the Greek's teeth rattle. "Stop, sare, stop! I tell you!" whined Tony. "Go ahead, then, you brute." "You know Midsheepman Brimmer?" "I know him," repeated Dave. "He tell me, sare, about one joke.
He jumped up immediately, and took his hat to execute the commission, the injunction of the widow to be soon back hastening his departure. Vanslyperken soon arrived at the door, knocked, and was admitted. "Vat vash you vant, sare?" said a venerable-looking old Jew, who opened the door to him. "Is your name Lazarus?" inquired the lieutenant. "Dat vash my name." "I have a letter for you."
With a swift "Cheerio!" in his father-in-law's direction, Archie bounded into the grill-room. Salvatore, the hour for luncheon being imminent but not yet having arrived, was standing against the far wall in an attitude of thought. "Laddie!" cried Archie. "Sare?" "A most extraordinary thing has happened. Good old Brewster has suddenly popped up through a trap and is out in the lobby now.
At once, Lemoine sprang back out of danger, the two points dropped, the two fencers stood back to take breath. For a few seconds the Colonel's chagrin was plain. He looked, and was, disappointed. Then he conquered the feeling, and he smiled. "I fear you are too strong for me," he said. "Not at all," the Frenchman made answer. "Not at all! It was fortune, sare.
Oh, yes, sare," she said aloud, in answer to the vicar's inquiry, "he's there somewhere, or he was there when I was there just now, but if he is not there he must be somewhere else. Ann will find him." And she jerked her thumb towards the house as Mr. Price continued his way laughing.
"No, sare; but I tro it avay in de vatare!" "That's not my fault." "Yes, sare, but it is your fault. You're von ver gran rascal to swindle me out of de l'argent." "Hello, old Poopoo, you grow personal; and if you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, you must go out of my counting-room." "Vare shall I go to, eh?"
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