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Updated: August 25, 2024
" Evva sinze de firze nighd w'en I big-in to nurze you wid de fivver." She was telling him, with that new, sweet boldness so wonderful to a lately accepted lover, how long she had loved him. Later on they parted at the porte-cochère. Honoré and Aurora had got there before them, and were passing on up the stairs.
"Dot ish lige me," he remarked, phlegmatically, at the conclusion of her tale. "Von nighd I hears somedings what make me scare. I know notings what he ish; I shust hears a noise, an' I shumpt de bed out, and ran de shtairs down, and looked de window out, and it wasn't notings but a leetle tog going 'Bow wow."
"That is the Bible. I do not know what the Tee Albare is!" Frowenfeld darted an aroused glance into the ever-courteous eyes of his visitor, who said without a motion: "You di'n't gave Agricola Fusilier une ouangan, la nuit passé?" "Sir?" "Ee was yeh? laz nighd?" "Mr. Fusilier was here last night yes. He had been attacked by an assassin and slightly wounded.
Senor D'Hemecourt, Mayor Shanghness', when he talkin' wi' me he usin' hore-a name o the t-thime-a!" "My fren'," said M. D'Hemecourt, rising and speaking with labored control, "I muz tell you good nighd. You 'ave sooprise me a verry gred deal.
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