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"Laid sideways, the babe was, and the size of a six-month shoat"

"Ha, Germain had a head like a cannonball, thebackward, the wee rattan--"

"Jee head, but it was his shoulders that were the problem"

"le boursethe lady’s ‘purse,’ of course, is her--"

"Her , aye, I see Then the next bit, where her custoet to move yet, it’s still o here--"

"Merde!"

"Ger, who hunched his shoulders, scowling at the draughtboard, lower lip thrust out

"Dinna fash yourself, o there, and there, and there--"

"Avez-vous ête a la selle aujourd’hui?and what he is asking the whore, of course--"

"‘Have you--been in the saddle today?’ Or would it be, ‘Have you had a ride today?’ "

Fergus laughed, the end of his aristocratic nose pinkening with aer lifted a brow at hi

"Aye?"

"That particular expression is also what a French doctor says," I put in, seeing his inco, it means, ‘Have you had a bowelperhaps une specialiste," Fergus explained cheerfully "I used to know one who--"

"Fergus!" Marsali’s whole face was pink, though she seeer led with the nuances of this bit of sophisticated translation I did wonder how one would set it to randpere?" Germain inquired chummily, evidently familiar with this line of social inquiry And how are your stools, grandfather?

"Free and easy," his grandfather assured hi, and ye’ll never have piles"

"Da!"

"Well, it’s true," Ja s noises Jee eats parritch," Ger contentedly at his mother’s breast, eyes closed "He shits stones"

"Germain!" all the women shouted in unison

"Well, it’s true," he said, in perfect inified, he turned his back on the wohts-ive up the teat," Marsali observed, nodding at Jemmy "Neither did Gerlanced ruefully down at her sto to sith Nulance between Roger and Bree, followed by a Mona Lisa smile on Brianna’s face She settled herself more comfortably, and stroked Jemmy’s head Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart, her actions said, lanced toward Jaaveback to the draughtsboard

"I like parritch," Lizzie put in shyly, in a e the subject "Specially with honey and inal task He turned back to Roger, lifting a finger "Honeypots The refrain, you see, where les abeilles co neatly recaptured the conversation, when he paused to draw breath, "parritch wi’ honey is the best thing for the bowels, though sometimes even that fails Why, I kent a man once, who couldna move his bowels for more than a oose-grease? Or a tisane of grape leaves?" Fergus was instantly diverted French to the core, he was a great connoisseur of purges, laxatives, and suppositories

"Everything," Mrs Bug assured hiall, water drunk at the dark o’ theat all would shift hiers, and the poor ray in the face Nervous spass, so that--"

"Did he explode?" Gerhter

"No, that he didna, laddie Though I did hear as hoas a near thing"