St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I could see it proceeded from a big man in a big nightcap, leaning from a one-pair window; and as I was not yet abreast of his house, I judged it was more wise to answer. This was not the first time I had had to stake my fortunes on the goodness of my accent in a foreign tongue; and I have always found the moment inspiriting, as a gambler should. Pulling around me a sort of great-coat I had made of my blanket, to cover my sulphur-coloured livery,--'A friend!' said I. 'What like's all this collieshangie?' said he. I had never heard of a collieshangie in my days, but with the racket all about us in the city, I could have no doubt as to the man's meaning. 'I do not know, sir, really,' said I; 'but I suppose some of the prisoners will have escaped.' 'Bedamned!' says he. 'Oh, sir, they will be soon taken,' I replied: 'it has been found in time. Good morning, sir!' 'Ye walk late, sir?' he added. 'Oh, surely not,' said I, with a laugh. 'Earlyish, if you like!' which brought me finally beyond him, highly pleased with my success. |
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