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Updated: June 15, 2025
I dunno; but thass my opinion. If you ah p'oceeding at yo' residence, Mistoo Itchlin, I'll juz continue my p'omenade in yo' society if not intooding" Richling smiled candidly. "Your company's worth all it costs, Narcisse. Excuse me; I always forget your last name and your first is so appropriate." It was worth all it cost, though Richling could ill afford the purchase.
What it was came out a few mornings after, when he called at Number 5 Carondelet street. "The Doctah is not in pwesently," said Narcisse. "He ve'y hawdly comes in so soon as that. He's living home again, once mo', now. He's ve'y un'estless. I tole 'im yistiddy, 'Doctah, I know juz 'ow you feel, seh; 'tis the same way with myseff. You ought to git ma'ied!" "Did he say he would?" asked Richling.
And she's gone yonder juz' for one thing; to be as far from her misérie as she can." "Yes, chère, I billieve that. I think even, she muz' not see us when she's riturning." No footfall sounded, but the cat came in, tail up, purring. Back in their chamber, with wet cheeks on its unlatched door, the sisters listened. "I know what we muz' do, Yvonne, as soon as to-morrow.
"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."
"Yes," said Richling, "I've seen specimens of it." "Yesseh. He was ve'y complimenta'y, in fact, the Doctah. 'Tis the trooth. He says, 'She'll make a man of Witchlin if anythin' can. Juz in his jocose way, you know." The Creole's smile had returned in concentrated sweetness. He stood silent, his face beaming with what seemed his confidence that Richling would be delighted.
Parson Jones descanted upon the doctrine he had mentioned, as illustrated in the perplexities of cotton-growing, and concluded that there would always be "a special proviDENCE again' cotton untell folks quits a-pressin' of it and haulin' of it on Sundays!" "Je dis," said St.-Ange, in response, "I thing you is juz right. I believe, me, strong-strong in the improvidence, yes.
And 'ow she is, yonder at 'ome, that Marie Madeleine?" Cupid smiled to his ears, but it was the absentee's two mistresses who answered for her, volubly, tenderly: "We was going to bring her, but juz' at the lazt she discide' she di'n' want to come. You know, tha'z beautiful, sometime', her capriciouznezz!"
"Ah, well," was the light reply, "all shall be for the bes'! Those who watch the game close and play it with courage " "And cheat with prudenze ?" "Yes! to them God is good. How well you know that! And Anna, too, she's learning it or she shall dear Anna! Same time me, I am well content." "Oh, you are joyful! But not because God is good, neither juz' biccause those Yankee' they arrive.
Chapdelaine, juz' a few week' biffo' we make' yo' acquaintanze. That was to celebrade that great victory in France and same time the news of savety of our four boys ad the front." Chester stood astounded. "What four boys?" "You di'n' know abboud those? Ah, well, tha'z maybe biccause we don' speak of them biffo' those ladies Chapdelaine.
Tha'z biccause she's so young; when she's grow' up you'll see; but' she part' as-ide her own hair in front and he see', my father, under the black a li'l' patch of gray, and he juz' say, 'Mon dieu! while she egsclaim'
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