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"Mounseer shall have his stuff again to the last pennyworth," young McMurrough returned with an ironical laugh, "and without payment at all! Or stay! Perhaps you'll buy the mare?" "No, I shall not buy her," Colonel John answered, "except at the price the man gave you." "Then you'll not get her. That's certain! But it's your concern."
"I am not: never will, nor can be," was my reply. Sharp wrung my hand till it felt bloodless. "Herbert Daker is Matthew Glendore Mounseer Glendore. When did you meet him?" "On the Boulogne steamer, about three years ago, when he was crossing with his wife." "Then!" Sharp exclaimed, and again he took a draught of brandy-and-water.
Rumor first brought to Berlin the tidings of the destruction of the great army on the icy plains of Russia; then its remnants, starving, worn, ragged, appeared in the capital; and the street-boys, who not long before had been forced by the French soldiers to clean their boots, now with little generosity they were only "street-boys" shouted sneeringly, "Say, mounseer, want your boots blacked?"
In spite of his visit to Paris, the vulgar notion of a Frenchman continued to be his notion, both while he was in France and when he returned from it. Now, the baron was as unlike the traditional "Mounseer" of English songs, plays, and satires, as a man could well be; and it was on account of this very dissimilarity that Mr.
In a trice he was lying at the bottom of the boat, panting and waiting to recover his breath to renew his thanks for their service. "Why, mounseer, you speak English," said one of the sailors. Hunston nodded. "I am English." "So are we." "I guessed as much," retorted Hunston, "by the way you pulled to help a poor devil. It was nearly all over with me." "Just in time.
"And she sent for you on purpose?" the child enquired, with increasing respect. "Well, I was the only one as would come at the price. 'Tain't big wages; but I'm seein' loife. Lor', I come down here with Madame and Mounseer a fortnight ago, and Monte Carlo ain't got many secrets from me. I was a duffer, though, at first.
A short interval had elapsed, after it was supposed that everybody had come from below, when a tall, thin personage, in the dress of a landsman, crawled up the hatchway. "Halloo!" cried Jerry; "Mr Longtogs, who have we here? Why, he must be the padre. I say, mounseer, je very much suspect, que vous etes what they call a Father Confessor, n'est-ce pas? Devilish good idea. A privateer with a parson!
The tinker was seated under a hedge, hammering away at an old kettle, with a little fire burning in front of him, and the donkey hard by, indulging in a placid doze. Mr. Sprott looked up as Lenny passed, nodded kindly, and said, "Good evenin', Lenny: glad to hear you be so 'spectably sitivated with Mounseer."
Let Mounseer look ever so big, my boys, Who cares for fighting a fig, my boys? When we play 'Garryowen, He'd rather go home; For somehow, he's no taste for a jig, my boys." This admirable lyric seemed to have perfect success, if one were only to judge from the thundering of voices, hands, and drinking vessels which followed; while a venerable, gray-haired sergeant rose to propose Mr.
"I wonder whether it is that they think we don't understand their lingo, or that they don't understand ours; I'll just try them, though." Whereon in a half whisper he addressed the person sitting next to him, who bowed and salaamed very politely in return, but made no reply. "What I axes you, mounseer, is, whether you feels comfortable after your dinner," continued Jack, in a loud whisper.
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