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How can we show them so li'l' civilization when they've come so far? An' me I'm convince', and Yvonne she's convince', that you an' Mr. Chezter you'll be ab'e to judge that manuscrip' better al-lone. Oh, yes! we are convince' of that, biccause, you know I'm sorrie we are prejudice' in its favor!" Aline's lifted brows appealed to Chester.
They came from Sister Superior Veronique, they said, to see further about mesdemoiselles entering, eh Smilingly mesdemoiselles fluttered more than ever. "Ah, yes, yes! Well, you know, sinze we talk ab-out that with the archbishop we've talk' ab-out it with our niece al-so, and we think she's got to get marrie' befo' we can do that, biccause to live al-lone that way she's too young.
Not I al-lone perceive that, but Scipion also Castanado Dubroca. Mr. Chester, my dear sir, the pewblication of that book going to be heard roun' the worl'! Tha'z going produse an epoch, that book; yet same time a bes'-seller!" Mademoiselle beamed. "Does Mr. Chester think 'twill be that? A best-seller?" Chester couldn't prophesy that of any book. "They say not even a publisher can tell."
"And tha'z the manner she was not al-lone?" "Yas'm, dass all." The little fellow dropped to his knees, clutched a knee of either questioner, and wept and sobbed. M. Beloiseau reached across his workbench and hung up his hammer and tongs. The varied notes of two or three remote steam-whistles told him that the hour, of the day after the holiday, was five.
I prom " On the uncle's side of the fence a quick step brought a newcomer, a Creole of maybe twenty-nine years, member of his new staff, in bright uniform: "Ah, Général, yo' moze ob-edient! Never less al-lone then when al-lone? 'T is the way with myseff "
Alexandre broke in with a significant sparkle; "juz' the two al-lone." "They live over my shop," Beloiseau said. "You muz' know that double gate nex' adjoining me." "Oh, that lovely piece of ironwork? I took that for a part of your establishment." "I have only the uze of it with them. My grandpère he made those gate', for the father of Mme.
When you haven' the sense enough to take care of yourself!" "Ah, shame!" ventured the sweetheart. "He's the lover of his blidding country, going ag-ain to fighd for her and uz whiles he can! to-day! al-lone! now!" Her fingers clutched his wrists, that still held her shoulders, and all her veins surged in the rapture of his grasp. But Charlie stared at his sister.
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