Hist! exclaimed Black George. I'll be dog-gone ef [if] I don't think we're chawed [chewed] up this time, sure as sin!

Certain it is that if he had been daft before, he now ran wild in his pranks, and an evil report of him was in every mouth.

After they were done watching the fishing and the boats they would get a cold bottle of white wine and a strip of saucisson sec and walk along Saint-Germain to Jardin du Luxembourg.

He then spoke in the usual boastful manner of his progenitors, added a flaming panegyric upon himself, and strolled down the road to repeat his speech at the next house.