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Many and interesting are the curious trifles which may be purchased, but they will be found in the greatest profusion in the bazaars established for the convenience of Nazarene tourists, where prices will frequently be named in English money, for an English "yellow-boy" is nowhere better appreciated than in Tangier.
In a world where cowrie passes current, a man may be excused for not throwing about his guineas." "I wish you'd throw about a few for our entertainment," said Charlton, who was close behind. "I haven't seen a yellow-boy in a good while." "A proof that your eyes are not jaundiced," said his friend, without turning his head, "whatever may be the case with you otherwise.
Item, three gold quadruples, Spanish, of Philip V., struck in 1729, given to her one by one by Madame Gentillet, who never failed to say, using the same words, when she made the gift, "This dear little canary, this little yellow-boy, is worth ninety-eight francs! Keep it, my pretty one, it will be the flower of your treasure."
"But you will remember that none call for gold but those who can exchange it, and the number of them is few. In a world where cowrie passes current a man may be excused for not throwing about his guineas." "I wish you'd throw about a few for our entertainment," said Charlton, who was close behind. "I haven't seen a yellow-boy in a good while."
James. You don't suppose I'm a goin' to put an honest man like you to expense! Tho. It's but raysonable I should peigh. But thae knows best. James. Hey! Cab there! Exeunt. Re-enter BILL, following them. Bill. I'll have an eye of him, though. The swell as give me the yellow-boy he's his master! Poor old codger! He'll believe any cove but the one as tells him the truth! Exit.
A right rig'lar swell! I knows 'em soverings an' red socks. What's come to our Mattie? 'Ere's Daddy Longlegs arter her, vith his penny and his blessin'! an' 'ere's this 'ere mighty swell vith his soverings an' his red socks! An' she's 'ungry, poor gal! This 'ere yellow-boy? I 'ain't got no faith in swells no more 'n in Daddy Longlegses I 'ain't! S'posin' he wants to marry her? Not if I knows it.
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