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I make bold to say that a man cannot walk, cannot hear, and cannot see, without the blessings of education." He turned to the Major, whose food plainly stuck in his throat. "Now, sir," pursued the clerk, "let me have the pleasure to hear your voice again. Where are you going, did you say?" "Sare, I am go ing to Lon don," said the Major.
As I let them out, the heat-lightning gleamed again low in the west. A playfulness came into M. Fontenette's face and he murmured to me, "See se lightening." "Yes," I replied, pressing his hand, "but I sink sare vill be no storm if sare iss no sunder." Mrs.
"Sare," said he, "you are a stranger. These Russians are great rascals. They will cheat you out of your eyes. I speakee English. I am your friend." I thanked him very cordially, but assured him there was no danger of my being cheated.
"Thank you, sare, good frien'," was Tony's reply. Then the Greek turned briefly, to hide a grin. "Crowd seems to have left you, Tony," said Dan sympathetically. "Save their money to buy present for girls," guessed the Greek. "Tony, have you a small bottle of lemon soda that's good and cold?" "Oh, yes, sare." "Then I want it." Tony fumbled among bottles clinking in ice under the counter.
But here: I tell you what we are after. This gentleman," pointing to McKay, "wants news from the other side." "Why you come to me? I nothing to do with other side." "You can help him, you know that, and you must; or we will bundle you out of this and send you back to Constantinople." The provost-marshal's manner was not to be mistaken. "What can I do, sare?"
The waiter hovered, poising for his swoop. Suddenly she smiled. 'New York has changed me too, Joe, she said. 'Mary! he cried. 'Ze pill, sare, observed the waiter. Joe turned. 'Ze what! he exclaimed. 'Well, I'm hanged! Eddy's gone off and left me to pay for his lunch! That man's a wonder! When it comes to brain-work, he's in a class by himself. He paused. 'But I have the luck, he said.
The Colonel returned his salute less elaborately. "The Maître d'Armes Lemoine?" he said. "Yes, sare, that is me. At your service!" "I am a stranger in Tralee, and I have been recommended to apply to you. You are, I am told, accustomed to give lessons." "With the small-sword?" the Frenchman answered, with the same gesture of the open hands. "It is my profession."
I should prefer those first floor rooms which were not taken until I mentioned the coupons." "Sare!" The lady's eye was unflinching, and poppa quailed. He looked ashamed, as if he had been caught in telling a story. They made a picture, as he stood there pulling his beard, of American chivalry and Gallic guile, which was almost pathetic. "Well," said he, "as it's necessary that Mrs.
“Now,” said Mr Bunker to Welsh, “you will perhaps be kind enough to give me a precise account of your doings since the middle of November.” “I’m d——d if I do,” replied Welsh. “Sare,” interposed the Baron in his stateliest manner, “I know not now who you may be, but I see you are no gentleman. Ven you are viz gentlemen—and noblemen—you vill please to speak respectfully.”
His thick white hair, on which Adolf had bestowed a touch of pomatum, exhaled the fragrance of opoponax and cigars the celebrated Swithin brand, for which he paid one hundred and forty shillings the hundred, and of which old Jolyon had unkindly said, he wouldn't smoke them as a gift; they wanted the stomach of a horse! "Adolf!" "Sare!" "The new plaid rug!"
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