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Boucheseiche, astonished, looked attentively at the tree, then at the laughing crowd, and could not understand the situation. "If I were in your place, Collector," said Claudet, in an insinuating manner, "I should climb up there, to see " But Justin Boucheseiche was not a climber. He called a youngster, who followed the hunt as beater-up.
"As true a heart as beat in France!" I said. "Yes," agreed L'Estang, "he was a gallant youngster. Turning from him I saw you fall, and ran across the room. The mob recognized me as Monseigneur's attendant, or it would have gone hard with you. Even as it was but there, do the details matter? I got you away at last to the room I had prepared; then it was necessary to return to my patron."
Jack Harris, Charley Marden, Harry Blake, and myself were fishing off the wharf one afternoon, when a thought flashed upon me like an inspiration. "I say, boys!" I cried, hauling in my line hand over hand, "I've got something!" "What does it pull like, youngster?" asked Harris, looking down at the taut line and expecting to see a big perch at least.
You can do fancy shooting and I can do sleight-of-hand tricks or tell fortunes." "You would be a gipsy lad?" The youngster blushed. "A gipsy girl, and you might be my husband." "I'm no play actor, even if you are," said Bucky. "I don't want to be your husband, thank you." "All you would have to do is to be sullen and rough. It is easy enough." "And you think you could pass for a girl?
Hence the clergyman, the doctor, a member of the council of Madras, four or five military officers, twice as many civilians, and three young writers, besides Charlie, were all in the employment of the Company. "Well, youngster," a cheery voice said beside him, "take your last look at the smoke of London, for it will be a good many years before you see it again, my lad.
"Ralph Chester, midshipman, of the frigate `Juno, at your service, sir," I replied. "Ralph Chester, eh? Of the `Juno. Ah! um! Let me see. Um! Your name seems familiar to me. Where did I hear it before? Must have heard it before, somewhere; never make mistakes about names; never. Where did I hear it before, eh, youngster?" "It is quite impossible for me to say, sir," I replied.
A loud, convulsive sob came from the bed on which Jeanne Marie lay, and entirely confused and disturbed Simon. "No," he said, softly, "perhaps I should not have done it. But," continued he eagerly, and with a grim look, "a child of my own would not have tried and exasperated me as this youngster does. From morning till evening he vexes me, for he does nothing that I want him to.
The youngster resumed his swollen cheek and escorted Morris up three flights of slippery brassbound stairs. Without the formality of knocking, they entered an apartment on the fourth floor where a woman stood washing dishes. "Mrs. Levin?" Morris said. The woman nodded. "I want to see your man's uncle," Morris continued. Without looking up the woman cried in stentorian tones: "Mees-taire!"
I followed him down one flight of steps, when I saw huge cannon on either side, and then down another into almost total darkness; and though he seemed to find his way very well, I had no little difficulty in seeing where he was going. He stopped once and said, "What's your name, youngster?"
Then he remembered that for all he knew she might not be the only one of her sex on the Shoe-Bar, and when the meal was over and the men were straggling back toward the bunk-house, he put the question to Bud Jessup, who walked beside him. "Huh?" grunted the youngster, with a sharp, inquiring glance at his face. "What d'yuh want to know that for?" Stratton shrugged his shoulders.
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