Englees--yis--La Juive." "A Jewess ?" cried Jennings in his turn.
"I swear to you, mon ami.

Englees Jewess, mais oui! For ten months she dance here, tree year gone.

Zen zee orange peels and pouf! I see her no mores.

But never dance--no--too large, une grande demoiselle." "Do you know where she came from ?" "No.

I know nozzin' but what I tell you." "Did you like her ?" Le Beau shrugged his shoulders.