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"I know so ver' leettle 'bout such kinds of peoples, señorita," she explained regretfully, her voice low, "de kind vat are good and gentle and vidout vantin' somting for eet. Eet ees not de kinds I meet vis ver' much. Dey be all alike vis me lofe, lofe, lofe, till I get seek of de vord only de one, an' I not know him ver' vell yet. Maybe he teach me vat you mean some day.
"Thee cas'n goo no vurder," Bill Blacksmith saith to me: "nawbody 'lowed to crass the vord, until such time as Faggus coom; plaise God us may mak sure of 'un." "Amen, zo be it," says I; "God knoweth I be never in any hurry, and would zooner stop nor goo on most taimes." 'Wi' that I pulled my vittles out, and zat a horsebarck, atin' of 'em, and oncommon good they was.
"I sall take your vord for any ting else in de large vorld, mi Capitain; but I see someting glance behind dat rampart, parapet you call, dat look dem like de shako of de infanterie legere of dat willain de Emperor Napoleon. Ah! I see de red worsted epaulet of de grenadier also; sacre! vat is dat pof of vite smoke?"
"Mum's de vord now," said the magnate; and he waddled out, and the two caryatids lifted the flesh-mountain, and half carried it to the elevator, and Mary walked with Carpenter, and I brought up the rear. The car of T-S was waiting at the door, and this car is something special.
"That, sir, that's London, sir cobble-stones, sir, cart-vheels, sir, and Lord love you!" here Mottle-face leaned over and once more winked his owl-like eye "but 'e ain't mentioned the vord 'walise' all night, sir so 'elp me!" Having said which, Mottle-face vented a throaty chuckle, and proceeded to touch up his horses.
Shrig, laying a finger on my arm. "I must speak with yonder scoundrel." "Scoundrel is the werry i-dentical vord, sir but bide a bit easy it is." As he spoke, the Captain turned out of the street into a field path shaded by a tall hedge; in due time we also came to this path and saw a shady lane ran parallel with it, down which a man was walking.
"Maybe," continued Herr Schimmelpodt, "you think I vos afraid when I climb dot pole. But I wos not -I pledch you mein vord. It is nottings for me to climb flagpoles. Ven I vos ein poy in Germany I did it efery day. But I will not dake up your time mit idle remarks. I repeat dot I am not ein hero." The wily old German had played out his purpose.
Ravenslee observed a stir, a slight confusion, and from a screen of vivid-bosomed shirts a head protruded itself, round as to face and sleek as to hair. "Greetin's, Ikey!" said Spike, nodding to the head. "How's pork to-day?" "Aw vat you vant now, hey?" enquired the head. "Vat's the vord; now shpit it out!"
Donner und blitzen! Mon Dieu! Blood! I know not ze English vord so bad enoff for soch conduct.” “It must have been a joke,” his friend suggested, soothingly. “Vun dashed bad joke, zen!
So I was opedient to his vord, and ta next efening I tid kneel town in Sassenach and I tid make begin. But, ochone! she wouldn't go; her tongue would be cleafing to ta roof of her mouth; ta claymore would be sticking rusty in ta scappard; for her heart she was ashamed to speak to ta Hielan'man's Maker in ta Sassenach tongue.
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