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вЄЇвБ†Boulogne!вБ†вЄЇвБ†hah!вБ†вЄЇвБ†so we are all got togetherвБ†вЄЇвБ†debtors and sinners before heaven; a jolly set of usвБ†вАФbut I canвАЩt stay and quaff it off with youвБ†вАФIвАЩm pursued myself like a hundred devils, and shall be overtaken, before I can well change horses:вБ†вЄЇвБ†for heavenвАЩs sake, make hasteвБ†вЄЇвАЩTis for high-treason, quoth a very little man, whispering as low as he could to a very tall man, that stood next himвБ†вЄЇвБ†Or else for murder; quoth the tall manвБ†вЄЇвБ†Well thrown, Size-ace! quoth I. No; quoth a third, the gentleman has been committingвБ†вЄЇ.
Ah! ma chere fille! said I, as she trippвАЩd by from her matinsвБ†вАФyou look as rosy as the morning (for the sun was rising, and it made the compliment the more gracious)вБ†вАФNo; it canвАЩt be that, quoth a fourthвБ†вЄЇ(she made a curtвАЩsy to meвБ†вАФI kissвАЩd my hand) вАЩtis debt, continued he: вАЩTis certainly for debt; quoth a fifth; I would not pay that gentlemanвАЩs debts, quoth Ace, for a thousand pounds; nor would I, quoth Size, for six times the sumвБ†вАФWell thrown, Size-ace, again! quoth I;вБ†вАФbut I have no debt but the debt of Nature, and I want but patience of her, and I will pay her every farthing I owe herвБ†вЄЇвБ†How can you be so hard-hearted, Madam, to arrest a poor traveller going along without molestation to anyone upon his lawful occasions? do stop that death-looking, long-striding scoundrel of a scare-sinner, who is posting after meвБ†вЄЇвБ†he never would have followed me but for youвБ†вЄЇвБ†if it be but for a stage or two, just to give me start of him, I beseech you, madamвБ†вЄЇвБ†do, dear ladyвБ†вЄЇвБ†
вЄЇвБ†Now, in troth, вАЩtis a great pity, quoth mine Irish host, that all this good courtship should be lost; for the young gentlewoman has been after going out of hearing of it all along.вБ†вЄЇвБ†
вЄЇвБ†Simpleton! quoth I.
вЄЇвБ†So you have nothing else in Boulogne worth seeing?
вАФBy Jasus! there is the finest Seminary for the HumanitiesвБ†вЄЇвБ†
вАФThere cannot be a finer; quoth I.