I would to be the revenge
having. The revenge to having will I be. Him will I have, that revenge
business! For why I bring the educate flea to those States United? Is it
that they should be deathed? Is it that a Flannery should make them dead
with a--with such a thing like a pop-gun? Is it for these things I
educate, I teach, I culture, I love, I cherish those flea? Is it for
these things I give up wife, and patrie, and immigrate myself out of
dear France? No, my Jules! No, my Jacques! No, my madame! Ah, I am one
heart-busted!"
"Ah, now, professor," said Mrs. Muldoon, soothingly, "don't bawl
annymore. There is sure no use bawlin' over spilt milk. If they be dead,
they be dead. I wouldn't cry over a million dead fleas."
"The American flea--no!" said the professor, haughtily. "The Irish
flea--no! The flea _au naturel_--no! But the educate flea of _la belle
France_? The flea I have love, and teach, and make like a sister, a
sweetheart to me? The flea that have act up in front of the crowned
heads of Spain; that have travel on the ocean; that travel on the land?
Ah, Madame Muldoon, it is no common bunch of flea! Of my busted feelings
what will I say? Nothings! Of my banged-up heart, what will I say?
Nothings! But for those dead flea, those poor dead flea, so innocents,
so harmless, so much money worth--for those must Monsieur Flannery
compensate.
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