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Berry said, "And what do you think, M. le Vicomte?" "Vat you speak?" said M. de Blagueval, breaking silence for the first time during two hours. "Yase eh? to me you speak?" "Apry deeny, aimy-voo ally avec les dam?" "Comment avec les dames?" "Ally avec les dam com a Parry, ou resty avec les Messew com on Onglyterre?"

"I don't know what 'Sapristie' means, mamma; but the Baron asked Madame what she was doing here? and Madame said, 'And you, Chicot, you are no more a General at Franco. Have I not translated rightly, Madame?" "Oui, mon chou, mon ange. Yase, my angel, my cabbage, quite right. "Chicot is my name of baptism," says the Baron; "Baron Chicot de Punter is my name."

"Dere is dat Ching Wang now, sah! Oh, yase, dere he was, sah, as I say, killin' your cockles magnificent oh!"

Yase, yase, dere he is! I see him! I see him! Carajo! Cozenheiro maldito!" This news came upon us like a thunderbolt, but none of us would believe it until we had been absolutely convinced of the truth of what the steward had stated by seeing for ourselves.

"Yase, yase, I coom," replied someone in a queer squeaky voice, that had a strong foreign accent, from somewhere in the darkness beyond the foot of the the companion way, where the gleam of the solitary saloon lamp did not quite penetrate; "I coom, sare, queek, queek."

"I'll give twenty to one," says I, "in guineas." "Ponays; yase, done," screams out the Count. "BONIES, done," roars out the Baron: and, before I could speak, went in, and would you believe it? in two minutes he somehow made the game! Oh, what a figure I cut when my dear Jemmy heard of this afterwards!

"Oh," says Tagrag, "we were talking about about pigeon-shooting; the Count here says he will blow a bird all to pieces at twenty yards, and I said I wouldn't stand it, because it was regular murder." "Oh, yase, it was bidgeon-shooting," cries the Baron: "and I know no better sbort. Have you been bidgeon-shooting, my dear Squire? De fon is gabidal."