The Second Class Passenger - Fifteen Stories by Perceval Gibbon
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one's the worst."
"'Orrid," agreed the Frenchman, smiling amicably. "You was ver' near buried, eh?" "Yes," said the trader thoughtfully. "I suppose anyone 'ud say you saved my life, Frenchy." "Yea," replied the other. "Exactly," said Mills. "Well there's my hand for you, Frenchy. You done me a good turn. I'll do as much for you one of these days." "Eh?" said the Frenchman as he shook hands. "You've got a nasty habit of saying 'Eh?'" retorted the trader. "I said I'd do as much for you one of these days. Comprenny?" "Oh yais," smiled the Frenchman. "I think you will. Tha's all right." "Well," said Mills, "I wish you'd come up and see me at my kia. Sure you can't come now?" "Yais, I coom now," answered the other. Mills stared. "'Fraid you can't trust me to go alone, are you?" he queried. "'Cause, if so----" "Tha's all right," interrupted the Frenchman. "I coom now." |
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