Saprie, how I love her! She is in me like fire, like de wind and de sea.

Well, I am happy like no other man.

I sit here and look at her, and t'ink of to-morrow-for ever.

She look at me; oh, de love of God, she look at me! So I kneel down on de floor here beside her and say, 'Who shall take you from me, Christine, my leetla Christine ?' "She look at me and say: 'Who shall take you from me, my big Vanne ?' "All at once the door open, and--" "And a little black notary take her from you," said Shangois, dryly, and with a touch of malice also.

"You, yes, you lawyer dev', you take her from me! You say to her it is wicked.