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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Ah, l'Angleterre, l'Angleterre, tu nous dois une revanche," said Jools, crossing his arms and grinding his teeth at Lord Yardham. "Wee," said Lord Yardham; "wee." "Delenda est Carthago!" howled out Jools.
At the end of that time the whole juvenile company were laying alternate eyes and ears to the chinks, to gather what they could of an interesting quarrel going on within. "I did not, saw! I given you no cause of offence, saw! It's not so, saw! Mister Jools simply mistaken the house, thinkin' it was a Sabbath-school! No such thing, saw; I AIN'T bound to bet! Yes, I kin git out.
Jools can bet for me if he admires to; I ain't his mostah." Here the speaker seemed to direct his words to St.-Ange. "Saw, I don't understand you, saw. I never said I'd loan you money to bet for me. I didn't suspicion this from you, saw. No, I won't take any more lemonade; it's the most notorious stuff I ever drank, saw!"
M. St.-Ange stood up aghast, and for a moment speechless, at this exhibition of moral heroism; but an artifice was presently hit upon. "Mais, Posson Jone'!" in his old falsetto "de order you cannot read it, it is in French compel you to go hout, sir!" "Is that so?" cried the parson, bounding up with radiant face "is that so, Jools?"
A million dollars in jools in a chest y' could open with a can-opener. Queer ginks, these Hindus. We see lots o' fakers, but this one is the real article. Mebbe a reward. All right; little ol' Haggerty can use th' money. I may not be home t' supper." "Anything more about Mr. Crawford's valet?" Haggerty scowled. "Not a line. I've been living in gambling joints, but no sign of him.
There was a clicking of pulleys as the three appeared upon the bayou's margin, and Baptiste pointed out, in the deep shadow of a great oak, the Isabella, moored among the bulrushes, and just spreading her sails for departure. Moving down to where she lay, the parson and his friend paused on the bank, loath to say farewell. "O Jools!" said the parson, "supposin' Colossus ain't gone home!
Often did I sit with Polly Ann till midnight in the sentry's tower, straining my ears for the owl's hoot that warned us of his coming. Sometimes he was empty-handed, but sometimes a deer hung limp and black across his saddle, or a pair of turkeys swung from his shoulder. "Arrah, darlin'," said Terence to Polly Ann, "'tis yer husband and James is the jools av the fort.
"Mais, Posson Jone'!" in his old falsetto "de order you cannot read it, it is in French compel you to go hout, sir!" "Is that so?" cried the parson, bounding up with radiant face "is that so, Jools?" The young man nodded, smiling; but, though he smiled, the fountain of his tenderness was opened.
Heritage is a good shot wi' a pistol, so there's some hope thereaways.... Are the jools safe?" "Safe in the bank. But the jools were not the main thing." Dougal nodded. "So I was thinkin'. The lassie wasn't muckle the easier for gettin' rid o' them. I didn't just quite understand what she said to Mr.
At the end of that time the whole juvenile company were laying alternate eyes and ears to the chinks, to gather what they could of an interesting quarrel going on within. "I did not, saw! I given you no cause of offence, saw! It's not so, saw! Mister Jools simply mistaken the house, thinkin' it was a Sabbath-school! No such thing, saw; I ain't bound to bet! Yes, I kin git out.
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