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So he said to me, 'Vell, Maircus, you can wride down der orter, and eef dot sun shines before we get t'rough, you can sheep der goots. "This was the first time that I ever played a game against the Powers That Be. I started in and the sky grew darker and darker.
"I vould like to haf roon to tank you, Meester Shelby. I got vife to tank you. I got mooch cheeldren to tank you. I no taalk good. Dat Eengleesh hard, so? Eef I no taalk, I tink. I tink all day: Tank you, Meester Shelby, tank you, Meester Shelby." "You speak English very well," said Shelby, patting him on the shoulder. "But you mustn't say any more about the matter."
"This Timmendiquas, as you describe him, is a most formidable chief," said Adam Colfax, pondering, "and the renegade, Girty, too, is a very dangerous man. As I see that we shall have to fight them, I would spare this fleet further loss if I could." "We will have to fight," said Drouillard, "eef not to-night, then to-morrow, and eef not to-morrow, then next week."
M. Rouen Montfort paused and stared at Frank Merriwell, beginning to understand that he was not dealing with an ordinary youth. "Fool!" he panted. "You geeve me ze eensult I will haf your life!" "You have already insulted me, my friends and everything American. It's your turn to take a little of the medicine." "Eef we were een France " "Which we are not.
And ven he gets der bread he es sotisfite only a leetle vile. He soon vants butter on id. Ven he gets der butter in a leetle vile he vants meat, and den he vants vine and a goot cigar, and ven he gets all dese t'ings, he gets seek. I am a seek man. Eef I got id feeften 'undret could haf borrowed dot much I vould haf bought id, but I couldn't get dot feeften 'undret, and now I am glat.
She killed one of them with her knife, and she was slain by the other." "Whom I keel with the bullet!" For a moment Jean Bènard said no more, but when he spoke again there was a choking sound in his voice. "I am glad I keel dat man! eef I haf not done so, I follow heem across zee world till it was done." Something like a sob checked his utterance. "Ah, m'sieu, I love dat girl.
Prob'ly Ah'll stop dis place, eef yo' lak' dat feedle so moch, hein?" His hand passed caressingly over the smooth brown wood of the violin. He drew it up close to his face again, as if he would have kissed it, while his eyes wandered timidly around the circle of listeners, and rested at last, with a question in them, on the face of the hotel-keeper.
I know dey not reach to you eef dey hit me de first. Eet joys me to do dat sure eet does." "Little g-girl, little g-girl," he faltered, helplessly, his great hands trembling as he touched her. "It w-was you I t-tried ter save. I-I ran th-th-this way so th-they wouldn't sh-shoot toward yer."
The nurse seemed confused, and bowed her head until he could not see her face fairly. "Oh, maybe I have ze very ugly ear, monsieur. Eef not zat, mebbe I like ze way I do ze hair. You know one time ze many girl do ze hair zis way like Cleo de Merode." "Well, you don't need to advertise yourself, and that was one of Cleo's advertising dodges. Have you a brother?" "A brothaire?" "Yes."
He scraped his feet and smirked at her, at the same time flipping a bean from between his thumb and finger. It struck the stove with a sharp ring that brought the Swede boy to his feet. His hand was raised to attract her attention. She nodded. The Swede boy lowered his arm very slowly, looking about him with an air of deprecation. "Ay doan know," he said in a low voice, "eef yo theenk like me.
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