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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Well, Mistoo Itchlin, since some time I've been stipulating me to do myseff that honoh, seh, to come at yo' 'ouse; well, ad the end I am yeh. I think you fine yoseff not ve'y well those days. Is that nod the case, Mistoo Itchlin?" "Oh, I'm well enough!" Richling ended with a laugh, somewhat explosively. Mary looked at him with forced gravity as he suppressed it.
Mistoo Itchlin, I am in indignan' circumstan's. Mistoo Itchlin, if you know the distwess Mistoo Itchlin, if you know 'ow bad I 'ate to baw!" The tears stood in his eyes. "It nea'ly kill me to b " Utterance failed him. "My friend," began Richling. "Mistoo Itchlin," exclaimed Narcisse, dashing away the tears and striking his hand on his heart, "I am yo' fwend, seh!" Richling smiled scornfully.
Give you good secu'ty give you my note, Mistoo Itchlin, in fact; muz baw fawty aw thutty-five." "Why, I'm very sorry," responded Richling, really ashamed that he could not hold his face straight. "I hope you understand" "Mistoo Itchlin, 'tis baw'd money. If you had a necessity faw it you would use it.
"You borrow the sun's rays," said Mary, with wicked sweetness. "Yes; 'tis cheapeh than matches in the longue 'un." "You have discovered that, I suppose," remarked John. "Me? The sun-glass? No. I believe Ahchimides invend that, in fact. An' yet, out of ten thousan' who use the sun-glass only a few can account 'ow tis done. 'Ow did you think that that's my invention, Mistoo Itchlin?
"Well, you know, Mistoo Itchlin, so the povvub says, 'Silent give consense. He juz look at me nevvah said a word ha! he couldn'! You not lookin' ve'y well, Mistoo Itchlin. I suppose 'tis that waum weatheh."
"What I mean, Mistoo Itchlin," resumed Narcisse, preferring to avoid Mary's aroused eye, "what I mean Doctah Seveeah don't un'stan' that kine of business co'ectly. Still, ad the same time, if I was you I know I would 'ate faw my money not to be makin' me some inte'es'. I tell you what I would do with you, Mistoo Itchlin, in fact: I kin baw' that fifty dollah f'om you myseff."
I'm so'y. Because I know he woon like it, I know, if he fine that you know he's been bawing money to me. Well, Misses Wiley, in fact, thass a ve'y fine gen'leman and lady that Mistoo and Misses Itchlin, in fact?" "Well, now, Mr. Narcisse, ye'r about right? She's just too good to live and he's not much better ha! ha!" She checked her jesting mood. "Yes, sur, they're very peaceable, quiet people.
No, I" "Well, I'm ve'y glad," interrupted Narcisse. "Oh, no, 'tisn't trouble at all! I've sent for Mrs. Richling. We're going to resume housekeeping." Narcisse gave a glad start, took his hat off, passed it to his left hand, extended his right, bowed from the middle with princely grace, and, with joy breaking all over his face, said: "Mistoo Itchlin, in fact, shake!" They shook.
I stay in, in fact. I stay at my 'ouse to light' those egspenze'!" They were all agreed that expenses could be lightened thus. "And by making believe you don't want things," said Mary. "Ah!" exclaimed Narcisse, "I nevvah kin do that!" and Richling gave a laugh that was not without sympathy. "But I muz tell you, Mistoo Itchlin, I am aztonizh at you." An instant apprehension seized John and Mary.
"My opinion?" said Richling, with a smile. "My opinion is that the Parish Prison would not be a good place to raise a family." Narcisse laughed. "I thing yo' opinion is co'ect," he said, flatteringly; then growing instantly serious, he added, "Yesseh, I think you' about a-'ight, Mistoo Itchlin; faw even if 'twas not too 'umid, 'twould be too confining, in fact, speshly faw child'en.
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