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Black cobras and spotted leffa snakes from the Sus are used for the performance. When the charmer allows the snakes to dart at him or even to bite, the onlookers put their hands to their foreheads and praise Sidi ben Aissa, a saint who lived in Mequinez when Mulai Ismail ruled, a pious magician whose power stands even to-day between snake-charmers and sudden death.
Poor old fellow! If you would but trust me! Hey! Cab there! Exeunt. Enter SUSAN, peeping. Sus. I wonder whatever's come to Mattie! It's long time she was out again. Enter MATTIE, hurriedly. Mat. Oh, Susan! Susan! Sus. Mattie! Mattie! Enter POLICEMAN. Pol. What ails her? Sus. Leave her alone, will you? Let her head down. Get some water. Pol. Drunk is she? Sus. Hold your tongue, you brute!
Mat. It takes all the madness out of me. No, Susan; we must bear it now. Come along. We can be miserable just as well working. There's your sleeve. I'll thread your needle for you. Don't cry there's a dear! Sus. I will cry. It's all I ever could do to my own mind, and it's all as is left me. But if I could get my claws on that lovyer o' yours, I wouldn't cry then. He's at the bottom of it!
And to set that right you're unfair yourself! What you call speaking your mind, is as cheap, and as nasty, as the worst shoddy old Nathan ever got gobble-stitched into coats and trousers. Sus. Very well, Miss Matilda! The sooner we part the better! You stick by your fine friends! I don't care that for them! I can make a livin' without them or you either.
If you could see, mon vieux, and had set eyes on her, I should have my doubts of you also, for she is as the fairy light that draws the unwary into the Pit of Death. Can you guess? No! Then I will tell you. What think you of the Demoiselle de Paradis? Yes! Hiss, hiss! Sus, sus! On to the heretics, mon brave!"
Y en topando cualquiera de ustedes con un libraco de historia o sucedido, de ésos que tienen el forro colorado, ya no ha de saber dejarlo de la mano hasta apurar si D. Fulano, el de los ojos dormidos y pelo crespo, es hijo o no de su padre, y si se casa o no se casa con la joven boquirrubia que se muere por sus pedazos, y que es cuando menos sobrina del Papamoscas de Burgos: todo mentiras.
There! that's what comes of never condescending to an 'a'penny. Sus. Bless us! what mighty fine words we've got a waitin' on us! Bill.
Round me, on the bare ground, the men and the boy from the Sus lay wrapped in their haiks the dead could not have slept more soundly than they. The two fires were glimmering very faintly now, M'Barak was stretching a blanket for himself, while Salam collected the tin plates and dishes, his last task before retiring.
Las mas recentes noticias que tenian en Demeraria, antes di mi salida, eran medias tristes, medias alegres. Tristes digo, viendo que Valencia ha caido en poder del enemigo comun, y el General Blake, y sus valientes tropas quedan prisioneros de guerra. Alegres, al contrario, porque Milord Wellington se ha apoderado de Ciudad Rodrigo.
There's that button-hole done. Sus. I'll take it to old Nathan. It'll be a chop a-piece. It's wonderful what a chop can do to hearten you up. Mat. I don't think we ought to buy chops, dear. We must be content with bread, I think. Sus. Bread, indeed! Mat. Well, it's something to eat. Sus. Do you call it eatin' when you see a dog polishin' a bone? Mat. Bread's very good with a cup of tea. Sus.
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