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“Who are you, sare?” asked the proprietor. “Show him your card, Twiddel,” said Welsh, producing his own and handing it over. The proprietor looked at both cards, and then turned to Mr Bunker. “And who are you, sare?” “My name is Mandell-Essington.” “His name——” began Welsh. “Have you a card?” interposed the proprietor. “His name is Francis Beveridge,” said Welsh.
The last word I heard from our fair guest was to her hostess at the door of her chamber, the farthest down the hall. It was as to shutting or not shutting the windows. "No," she said, "I sink sare vill be no storm, because sare is yet no sunder vis se lightening." And so it turned out. But at the same time My room adjoined the Baron's in frontas his wife's did farther back.
I decided to call the colonel at once, and attempt to brazen it out with the help of his sincere belief in the dog. "Eh, what's that; what's it all about?" said the colonel, bustling up, followed at intervals by the others. The Frenchman raised his hat again. "I do not vant to make a trouble," he began, "but zere is leetle mistake. My word of honour, sare, I see my own poodle in your garden.
Four weeks of acute torment in a city where nobody seemed to understand the simplest English sentence had driven 'Squibs' completely from his mind for the time being. The fact that such a paper existed was brought home to him with the coffee. A note was placed upon his table by the attentive waiter. "What's this?" he asked. "The lady, sare," said the waiter vaguely.
As the door closed Mr Bunker went off into roar after roar of laughter, but the humorous side of the situation seemed to appeal very slightly to his injured friend. “You rascal! you villain!” he shouted, “zis is ze end of our friendship, Bonker! Do you use ze pistols? Tell me, sare!” “My dear Baron,” gasped Mr Bunker, “I could not put such an inartistic end to so fine a joke for the world.”
"You presume I will have the craft launched at once," repeated Ralli, the spirit of opposition rising strong within him, and the sneer upon his lips growing more bitter with every word he uttered. "Why should you presume any such thing, eh, you sare?" "Because it is the right and proper thing to do," answered Lance. "Every lubber knows that a ship is launched before she is rigged.
Charles looked, and saw another man, who, by the livery or uniform which he wore, seemed to be a porter belonging to the station, standing by a window. He accordingly went across to ask the question of him. "Do you speak English, sir?" said he. "Yes, sare," replied the man, speaking with great formality, and in a very foreign accent, making, at the same time, a very polite bow.
A woman came out, with a child hanging to her skirts, and shaded her eyes with her hand while she scolded the animals, who slunk away slowly. "Bonjour," she called out, cheerfully. "Ah! It is Monsieur Hugo! How you do, sare? Glad for see you! Come along quick. It ees cole again, terrible cole."
"I begged the young lady not to be alarmed, and entreated her to try and keep the old one quiet, promising to defend them with our lives," observed Jack. "Of course we will do so, and Jos will stick by us, won't you, Jos?" said Murray. "Yes, sare," answered the Malay; "but if Chinese come aboard, dey cut all our throats. Stay do Jos know what he do."
Under the influence of these thoughts he became inattentive, and steered rather wildly once or twice. "Stiddy. Ha! you tink of how you escape?" "Yes, I do," said Ruby, doggedly. "Good, and have you see how?" "No," replied Ruby, "I tell you candidly that I can see no way of escape." "Ver good, sare; mind your helm."
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