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And he was leading , too ! Bungler ! It 's unlucky , you know . '' `` Then at five o'clock as we were coming out of barracks , our two marvels butt in again and plank themselves in front of the swaddies coming out , trying to spot some little thing not quite so , and he said , ` Ah , my bucks , you thought you 'd score off me by complaining of this excellent soup that I have consumed myself along with my partner here ; just wait and see if I do n't get even with you . Hey , you with the long hair , the tall artist , come here a minute ! ' And all the time the beast was jawing , his bag-o ' - bones -- as straight and thin as a post -- went ` oui , oui ' with her head . '' `` That depends ; if he had n't a trump , it 's another matter . ''