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`` Not a go-dam , '' said Duclosse , airing his one English oath . `` The English hate the Orleans too . '' Lajeunesse looked from one to the other , then burst into a laugh . `` There 's two gills of rum for every man at twelve o'clock to-day , so says His Excellency ; and two yellow buttons for the coat of every sergeant , and five for every captain . The English up there in Quebec ca n't do better than that , can they ? And will they ? No .