Digital heart book

Here in the South
Seas we talk schooners most of the time; in the Quarter
we talked art with the like unflagging interest, and
perhaps as much result.
Before very long the master went away; Corporal John
(who was already a sort of young master) followed on
his heels; and the rank and file were naturally
relieved by their departure. We were now among equals;
the bottle passed, the conversation sped. I think I
can still hear the Stennis brothers pour forth their
copious tirades; Dijon, my portly French fellow-
student, drop witticisms, well-conditioned like
himself; and another (who was weak in foreign
languages) dash hotly into the current of talk with
some "JE TROVE QUE PORE OON SONTIMONG DE DELICACY,
COROT ...," or some "POUR MOI COROT EST LE PLOU
...," and then, his little raft of French foundering
at once, scramble silently to shore again. He at least
could understand; but to Pinkerton, I think the noise,
the wine, the sun, the shadows of the leaves, and the
esoteric glory of being seated at a foreign festival,
made up the whole available means of entertainment.


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