"The president of the bank told me that he was coming to see you.

He offers to pay us the exchange, if we'll take paper instead of specie." "It _is_ about money, sure as Fate!" cried the good man.

"Hell itself is coming to see us!" At the same instant, the servant rushed into the room, crying, "Oh, Sir! Oh, Madame! It's the Frenchman of the three coffins! Jesus! Mary, Mother of God!" Fougas saluted them, and said, "Don't disturb yourselves, good people, I beg of you.

We've a little matter to discuss together, and I'm ready to explain it to you in two words.

You're in a hurry, so am I; you've not had supper, neither have I!" Frau Meiser, more rigid and more emaciated than a thirteenth-century statue, opened wide her toothless mouth.