By my fig! said she, swearing, I’ll go no further——And if I do, replied the other, they shall make a drum of my hide.——
And so with one consent they stopp’d thus——
[ CHAPTER XXII]
——Get on with you, said the abbess.
——Wh - - - - ysh——ysh——cried Margarita.
Sh - - - a——suh - u——shu - - u—sh - - aw——shaw’d the abbess.
——Whu—v—w——whew—w—w—whuv’d Margarita pursing up her sweet lips betwixt a hoot and a whistle.
Thump—thump—thump—obstreperated the abbess of Andoüillets with the end of her gold-headed cane against the bottom of the calesh——
The old mule let a f—