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But his cries availed nothing; and so losing all patience, he raised up his head, and, looking at the enemy, called to them: "Oh, now, t'ere! quit t'at tam nonsense, will you?" The boat was, finally, saved, with all on board, except the young man and the horses.
While t'e Prince wass here, we were crowded oh, to t'e smalles' room! efen at ot'er times, we tid well, for he gafe t'e house a prestige. But last vinter he die, unt hiss heir, hiss son, despite t'e care of heem which we haf taken, t'e anxieties he hass cause' us, yet which we haf cheerfully porne t'at ingrate hass t'e pad taste to prefer t'e ot'er house!
"T'e man t'at refuses his glass, in good company, has commonly something wrong in his morals. I always keep clear of such chaps." Poor Guert! How true that was, and what an influence the opinion had on his character and habits. As for the Indian, I could not judge him so harshly.
Tar pees shum news of t'at wessel, eh? Tar don't pee no news of mine poor Tite, eh?" The old man extended his trembling hand and grasped the Dominie's arm nervously, his face became as pale as marble, and his whole system shook with excitement. "Tar shall come news as t' wessel mine Tite shails in comes pack," he ejaculated, "an tar pees no news of mine poor poy, eh?"
Wat you say to t'at, hein?" Old Simon was plainly disconcerted. He turned to Ambrose. "Will you speak?" Ambrose's heart sank. How is a dead man to sway passionate, living men? However, he rose with the best assurance he could muster. "I have only one thing to say," he began, conscious of the feebleness of his words. "John Gaviller is a sick man. I have seen the doctor. You cannot fight a sick man.
You may become more famous in history fan Cleopatra or Ninon, and outshine t'em and all t'e ot'er beauties t'at efer lifed. Do you vant triumphs? Here t'ey are. Riches? You shall command t'em. Fame? Power? I haf t'em for you. You shall be t'e first. Aftervard, v'en beauty is common as ugliness is now ah, I do not know. Efen t'en it vill be a blessing.
It was easy to see that he was much depressed his usually rosy cheeks hung flaccid, his mustachios drooped limply, his little black eyes were suffused and needed frequent wiping a service performed by a hand that was none too steady. "Eet iss a matter of pusiness, monsieur," he began, falteringly. "You haf perhaps perceive' t'at our custom hass fallen off."
Then, in the tones of one discussing a matter that is grave but not of surpassing gravity, he continued: "It is not that I fail to recognize that I may seem to have incurred the rigour of the law; but these matters must be formally proved against me. I have affairs to set in order against such a consummation." "Ta, ta!" snapped Feversham. "T'at not regard me. Weutwort', you 'ave 'eard my order."
It wass, perhaps, for t'at reason t'at Paris so won my heart." "If I were as fond of the place as all that," observed Rushford, laughing, "I'd have stayed there." "It proke my heart to leafe," murmured Pelletan. "T'at is why I lofe all t'is," and he motioned to the walls, and kissed his hand to a voluptuous siren with red hair. "T'at is Ernes tine.
"Besides, monsieur," added Pelletan, leaning forward, "t'ese t'ings are not all what t'ey seem t'is dragon, par exemple, ees not off bronze, but off t'e plaster of Paris yet I lofe eet none t'e less more, perhaps, because off t'at fery fact." "And these ah females," said Rushford, and waved his hand at the serried photographs, "I suppose even they are necessary to your existence."
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