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Updated: May 19, 2025
"If you will pummit me yo' attention a few moment'." He bowed again and made way for Mary to precede him. "Mistoo Itchlin," he continued, going in, "in fact you don't give Misses Witchlin my last name with absolute co'ectness." "Did I not? Why, I hope you'll pardon" "Oh, I'm glad of it. I don' feel lak a pusson is my fwen' whilst they don't call me Nahcisse."
His manner with the child was imperceptibly adroit, and very soon her prattle began to be heard. Mary was just turning to offer a gentle check to this rising volubility, when up jumped the little one to a standing posture on the gentleman's knee, and, all unsolicited and with silent clapping of hands, plumped out her full name: "Alice Sevier Witchlin'!"
He cast his eye around upon the prevailing hair-cloth and varnish. "Misses Witchlin, I muz tell you I like yo' tas'e in that pawlah." "It's Mrs. Riley's taste," said Mary. "'Tis a beaucheouz tas'e," insisted the Creole, contemplatively, gazing at the Pope's vestments tricked out with blue, scarlet, and gilt spangles.
"Missez Witchlin," said he, as soon as they were out in the corridor, "I dunno if you goin' to billiv me, but I boun' to tell you that nodwithstanning that yo' 'uzban' is displease' with me, an' nodwithstanning 'e's in that calaboose, I h'always fine 'im a puffic gen'leman that Mistoo Itchlin, an' I'll sweah 'e is a gen'leman!" She lifted her anguished eyes and looked into his beautiful face.
"Yes," said Richling, "I've seen specimens of it." "Yesseh. He was ve'y complimenta'y, in fact, the Doctah. 'Tis the trooth. He says, 'She'll make a man of Witchlin if anythin' can. Juz in his jocose way, you know." The Creole's smile had returned in concentrated sweetness. He stood silent, his face beaming with what seemed his confidence that Richling would be delighted.
You like that he'oic measuh, Mizzez Witchlin'?" As he rose to go he rolled a cigarette, and folded the end in with the long nail of his little finger. "Mizzez Witchlin', if you will allow me to light my ciga'ette fum yo' lamp I can't use my sun-glass at night, because the sun is nod theh. But, the sun shining, I use it. I 'ave adop' that method since lately."
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