''pon my soul and honour I hardly know what I came here for.
'Pon my soul and honour,' said the military gentleman, checking himself and looking round the room, 'what a devilish classical thing this is!
"One, two, tree, four, fibe - I done pass fibe big limb, massa, pon dis side."
"Mos feerd for to ventur pon dis limb berry far - tis dead limb putty much all de way."
Mought ventur out leetle way pon de limb by myself, dat's true."
Why dis berry curous sarcumstance, pon my word - dare's a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob it on to de tree."
"Is de lef eye of de skull pon de same side as de lef hand of de skull, too?
"Er-bare!" He apologized, though, and said, "'
Pon my soul it is aggravating, but I cahn't help it--I have got so used to speaking nothing but French, my dear Erbare--damme there it goes again!--got so used to French pronunciation that I cahn't get rid of it--it is positively annoying, I assure you." This entertaining idiot, whose name was Gordon, allowed himself to be hailed three times in the street before he paid any attention, and then begged a thousand pardons and said he had grown so accustomed to hearing himself addressed as "M'sieu Gor-r-dong," with a roll to the r, that he had forgotten the legitimate sound of his name!
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"Gentlemen!" -- there was a profound silence in the room when the duke again addressed them -- "do you not remember that the Duc de Guise taught all the dogs in Paris to jump for Mademoiselle de Pons, whom he styled `the fairest of the fair?' Pistache is going to show you how superior he is to all other dogs.
"But," interposed Monsieur de Chavigny, "it seems to me that Pistache is only doing what other dogs have done when they jumped for Mademoiselle de Pons."