Chapter

 1     I|         infernal day like this, eh! It only needed that," said
 2     I|        twiddle in his mouth.~ ~"Eh, ventre bleu! eh, sacré
 3     I|      mouth.~ ~"Eh, ventre bleu! eh, sacré bleu!" exclaimed
 4     I|         Szabolcs."~ ~"Szabolcs, eh? Szabolcs? C'est parceque,
 5     I|        many szabos3 live in it, eh? Ha, ha! That was a good
 6     I|        and an innkeeper in one, eh? That's nothing. James Stuart
 7     I|     good wine and pretty girls, eh?"~ ~"My wine is bad - 'tis
 8     I|       by their Christian names! Eh, bien, what do I care for
 9     I|    honey instead of sugar. Mad, eh?"~ ~"Certainly. But do you
10     I|   little aggravating I take it, eh?"~ ~"Au contraire, as I
11     I|       very skin, I suppose?"~ ~"Eh!" cried Abellino, impatiently,
12   III|     have red Whitsun-Day again, eh?"~ ~"I know it, noble sir.
13   III|      cried he. "Something like, eh! And now he gives his horse
14   III|     will run, if we die for it. Eh, Ráró?"~ ~The good steed,
15   III|  Whitsun King for a whole year, eh? What will you do with yourself
16   III|       nor an almanac-maker."~ ~"Eh, eh! Recollect that at a
17   III|       an almanac-maker."~ ~"Eh, eh! Recollect that at a quarter
18    IV|         speaks of me sometimes, eh?"~ ~"She fancies your curse
19    IV|         handsome profit out of, eh?"~ ~Meyer gnashed his teeth
20    IV|     What? You don't want to go, eh?"~ ~"I want to stay here
21    IV|        your mother and sisters, eh? and become what they are,
22    VI|       Fresh from your workshop, eh? Well, that, now, is what
23    VI|         your bone-saw with you, eh? My friend, your thoughtlessness
24   VII|         presume to speak again, eh?"~ ~"I? I never said a word."~ ~"
25   VII|       the habit of visiting me? Eh?"~ ~Palko regarded his master
26   VII|      father to choose for thee, eh?" inquired Master Jock,
27   VII|       Run! I say, run!"~ ~"Run, eh?" grumbled Palko to himself. "
28   VII|     Well, so you have come too, eh, Martin, my son? You're
29    IX|      What a proud girl she was, eh? The whole lot of them were
30    IX|       we've got as far as this, eh?~ ~Fanny now raised herself
31    IX|       What have we left behind, eh?"~ ~"Twenty years of your
32    IX|         would not win the girl, eh? You shall see presently.
33    IX|          Then you are marrying, eh?"~ ~"Oh, it is only a left-handed
34     X|        been now, a good partie, eh!" (i.e. Squire John was
35   XII|     sister; we like each other, eh?" Yes, there could be no
36  XIII| yourself towards me like Diana, eh?"~ ~Dame Marion pouted,
37    XV|         Ah, Abellino! 'tis you, eh? We fancied you had mediatized
38    XV|      have come back from India, eh? I suppose you'll be a fixture
39   XVI|      would tell me a falsehood, eh? You would lie in despite
40   XVI|         sentence of banishment, eh?"~ ~"It is."~ ~"For how
41  XVII|         so you were at Madaras, eh?" said Flora, roguishly; "
42   XXI|         should come back again, eh?"~ ~And now he opened the
43   XXI|      talk so."~ ~"It pains you, eh? - it does me good. I have