The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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"'I guess not,' sais I. "'But she'll jist suit the French,' sais he. "'It's lucky she don't speak French then,' sais I, 'or they'd soon find her tongue was too big for her mouth. That critter will never see five-and-twenty, and I'm a thinkin', she's thirty year old, if she is a day.' "'I was a thinkin', said he, with a sly look out o' the corner of his eye, as if her age warn't no secret to him. 'I was a thinkin' it's time to put her off, and she'll jist suit the French. They hante much for hosses to do, in a giniral way, but to ride about; and you won't say nothin' about her age, will you? it might endamnify a sale.' "'Not I,' sais I, 'I skin my own foxes, and let other folks skin their'n. I have enough to do to mind my own business, without interferin' with other people's.' "'She'll jist suit the French,' sais he; 'they don't know nothin' about hosses, or any thing else. They are a simple people, and always will be, for their priests keep 'em in ignorance. It's an awful thing to see them kept in the outer porch of darkness that way, ain't it?' "'I guess you'll put a new pane o' glass in their porch,' sais I, 'and help some o' them to see better; for whoever |
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