Talk about personating the clergy; I have even been bold
enough to appear as a lawyer, a quaker, a college professor, a sailor,
and an actress."
"You have certainly led me to modify my opinion of your last
performance."
"Which nearly gave me away. So you won't send me to the penitentiary;
thanks! And now, as I said at first, how's Toner?"
"Oh, Toner's all right, with the fieriest skin on him that ever lay
between two sheets. He has promised to give up drinking."
"It's very likely he'll have to."
"Why so?"
"They don't allow refreshments so strong in gaol."
"Be as easy as you can with the poor fellow, Mr. Nash."
"All depends on his future behaviour, and, in some other capacity, I
shall let him know his danger."
As the two figures came down the road toward the Inn, a voice hailed
them, the voice of the dominie. "Is Mr. Coristine there?" it shouted.
"Yes; here am I," came from the back of the horse.
"What bones are broken or wounds received?" was the pitiful but correct
question.
"Not a bone nor a wound. Mr. Nash has treated me to a ride."
"Aw ca!" ejaculated Pierre, "M'syae Nasha homme treh subtil, treh ruse,
conneh tout le monde, fait pear aux mauveh sujah.
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