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"Ve'y so'y Mis' Potter kassee nobody." "Can't see us?" said Tinker. "Yes, he can. You telephoned me that he wanted to see me, not over a quarter of an hour ago." Sato beamed upon him enthusiastically. "Yisso, yisso! See Mis' Tinker, yisso! You come in, Mis' Tinker. Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter kassee nobody." "You mean he'll see Mister Tinker but won't see anybody else?" cried the playwright.
Also, Voltaire. Yesseh. An' Napoleon Bonaparte. Lawd By'on muz 'ave 'ad a beaucheouz chi'og'aphy. 'Tis impossible not to be, with that face. He is my favo'ite poet, that Lawd By'on. Moze people pwefeh 'im to Shakspere, in fact. Well, you muz go? I am ve'y 'appy to meck yo' acquaintanze, Mistoo Itchlin, seh. I am so'y Doctah Seveeah is not theh pwesently.
The Richlings would hardly be back in less than an hour. "I'm so'y," said Narcisse, with a baffled frown, as he sat down and Mrs. Riley took her seat opposite. "I came to 'epay 'em some moneys which he made me the loan juz in a fwenly way. And I came to 'epay 'im. The sum-total, in fact I suppose he nevva mentioned you about that, eh?" "No, sir; but, still, if" "No, and so I can't pay it to you.
I's so'y to see dee ol' place go, but you got to go out of it wid yo' haid up, jes' ez ef you was gwine away fo' a visit an' could come back w'en evah you wanted to." "I shall slink out of it like a cur. I can't meet the eyes of the new owner; I shall hate him." "W'y, Miss Mime, whaih's yo' pride? Whaih's yo' Ha'ison pride?" "Gone, gone with the deed of this house and its furniture.
"So'y, Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, whipping away the pastry crumbs from his lap with a handkerchief and wiping his mouth, "not to encounteh you a lill biffo', to join in pahtaking the cup what cheeahs at the same time whilce it invigo'ates; to-wit, the coffee-cup as the maxim say. I dunno by what fawmule she makes that coffee, but 'tis astonishin' how 'tis good, in fact.
"Yisso," said Sato, delighted. "Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter kassee nobody." "I will see him. "Wait. It's all right," Tinker reassured him soothingly. "It's all right, Sato. You go and tell Mr. Potter that I'm here and Mr. Canby came with me." "Yisso." Sato stood back from the door obediently, and they passed into the hall. "You sidowm, please."
I'm so'y. Because I know he woon like it, I know, if he fine that you know he's been bawing money to me. Well, Misses Wiley, in fact, thass a ve'y fine gen'leman and lady that Mistoo and Misses Itchlin, in fact?" "Well, now, Mr. Narcisse, ye'r about right? She's just too good to live and he's not much better ha! ha!" She checked her jesting mood. "Yes, sur, they're very peaceable, quiet people.
Sometimes I've been so mad 'bout it that I've felt like quittin' bein' a Yank an' tu'nin' to a Johnny. But somehow I've nevah been able to make up my mind to go ag'in my principles. Is Gen'ral Grant leadin' you?" "No, General Buell." "I'm so'y of that. Gen'ral Buell, f'om all I heah, is a good fightah, but slow. Liable to git thar, an' hit like all ta'nation, when it's a little mite too late.
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