I don't regret it." "You can imagine the reflections that came to me in that Dalmatian prison, thrown there without protection, having to answer to Austrians and Dalmatians, and in danger of losing my head because I went twice to walk with a woman.

There's ill-luck, with a vengeance!" "Did all that really happen to you ?" said Oscar, naively.
"Why shouldn't it happen to him, inasmuch as it had already happened during the French occupation of Illyria to one of our most gallant officers of artillery ?" said the count, slyly.
"And you believed that artillery officer ?" said Mistigris, as slyly to the count.
"Is that all ?" asked Oscar.
"Of course he can't tell you that they cut his head off,--how could he ?" said Mistigris.

"'Dead schinners tell no tales.'" "Monsieur, are there farms in that country ?" asked Pere Leger.

"What do they cultivate ?" "Maraschino," replied Mistigris,--"a plant that grows to the height of the lips, and produces a liqueur which goes by that name." "Ah!" said Pere Leger.
"I only stayed three days in the town and fifteen in prison," said Schinner, "so I saw nothing; not even the fields where they grow the maraschino." "They are fooling you," said Georges to the farmer.

"Maraschino comes in cases." "'Romances alter cases,'" remarked Mistigris..