NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
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The Honorable Mr. Listless.
I mean, Fatout, an odd kind of human fish.
Fatout.
De odd fish! Ah, oui! I understand de phrase: ve have seen nothing else since ve left town,—ma foi!
The Honorable Mr. Listless.
You seem to have a cup too much, Sir.
Fatout.
Non, Monsieur: de cup too little. De fen be very unwholesome, and I drink-a-de ponch vid Raven de butler, to keep out de bad air.
The Honorable Mr. Listless.
Fatout! I insist on your being sober.
Fatout.
Oui, Monsieur; I vil be as sober as de révérendissime père Jean. I should be ver
