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I nevare joke; je n'entends pas la raillerie, Sare, voulez-vous have de kindness to give me back de money vot I pay!" "Certainly not." "Den vill you be so good as to take de East River off de top of my lot?" "That's your business, sir, not mine." "Den I make von mauvaise affaire von gran mistake!" "I hope not. I don't think you have thrown your money away in the land."
"What is the reason that our baggage does not come?" asked Mr. Charles. "Yes, sare," replied the porter, speaking in the same manner. "Why does not it come?" asked Mr. Charles again. "We put it upon a cart at the custom-house, and why does not it come?" "Yes, sare," replied the porter, with another very polite bow. Mr.
Madame Duval looked puzzled, and replied in French, with a laugh, "Is it that you were told that I spoke English by your countryman, Milord Sare Boulby? Petit scelerat, I hope he is well. He sends you a commission for me, so he ought; he behaved to me like a monster." "Alas! I know nothing of Milord Sir Boulby. Were you never in England yourself?"
But we speak it real well, and it's generally allowed we speak English, too, better than the British. 'Oh, says he, 'you one very droll Yankee, dat very good joke, Sare; you talk Indian and call it French. 'But, says I, 'Mister Mount shear; it is French, I vow; real merchantable, without wainy edge or shakes all clear stuff; it will pass survey in any market it's ready stuck and seasoned. 'Oh, very like, says he, bowin' as polite as a black waiter at New OrLEENS, 'very like, only I never heerd it afore; oh, very good French dat CLEAR STUFF, no doubt, but I no understand it's all my fault, I dare say, Sare.
We were boarded, in the fust place, by custom-house officers in cock-hats, who seased our luggitch, and called for our passpots: then a crowd of inn-waiters came, tumbling and screaming on deck "Dis way, sare," cries one; "Hotel Meurice," says another; "Hotel de Bang," screeches another chap the tower of Babyle was nothink to it.
You know you're in league with the Russians. I have had my eye on you this long time. Some of these days we'll be down upon you like a cart-load of bricks." "You a very hard man, Major Shervinton, sare very unkind to poor Joe. I offer you bread every day for nothing; you say No. Why not take Joe's bread?" "Because Joe's a scoundrel to offer it. Do you suppose I am to be bribed in that way?
As Syme and the guide approached the side door of the hotel, a waiter came out smiling with every tooth in his head. "The gentlemen are up there, sare," he said. "They do talk and they do laugh at what they talk. They do say they will throw bombs at ze king." And the waiter hurried away with a napkin over his arm, much pleased with the singular frivolity of the gentlemen upstairs.
Every boat now steered for the "Black Hawk," and the oracle stopped talking French to practise English. "How you do, Sare? how you do your wife?" said Lewis Le Blanc, addressing me. "I have no wife." "No wife, ton pee? Who turn your fish for you, den?" "Whereat they all laugh, and all talk French again.
One Saturday afternoon, just before Christmas Midshipman Brimmer came down Main Street, looked in and found the Greek standing alone in his shop. "Howdy, Tony," was the midshipman's greeting, as he sauntered into the store. "Hullo, my good frien', sare." "Wish you a Merry Christmas, Tony." "I don' know, sare, I don' know," replied the Greek, shaking his head. "Why, isn't business good now, Tony?"
"You speak English," said the commissionaire. "Why! good God! do you?" asked Mr. P., with astonishment. "I speaks every languages, sare," replied the other, "and we will use the English, if you please. But Monsieur speaks tres bien the French language." "Are you speaking English now?" asked Mr. Potiphar. The commissionaire answered him that he was, and Mr.
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