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And then Lucien's happiness would be over." BARON HIRSCH: "I do not believe you would ever cheat your husband." MARGOT: "You never can tell! Would Lady Katie Lambton many for money?" BARON HIRSCH: "To be perfectly honest with you, I don't think she would." MARGOT: "There you are! I know heaps of girls who wouldn't; anyhow, I never would!"
Anyway, his dad had a shooting where there were chamois, reh, hirsch, and the king of all Alpine big game ibex. And Siurd asked me." "Did you get an ibex?" inquired Brown, sharpening his pencil and glancing out across the valley at a cloud which had suddenly formed there. "I did." "What manner of beast is it?" "It has mountain sheep and goats stung to death.
There ensues, for about a week following, such an inextricable scramble between the Sieur Hirsch and M. de Voltaire as, as no reader, not himself in the Jew-Bill line, or paid for understanding it, could consent to have explained to him.
My friend said Constantinople put him in mind of a lot of opera bouffe scenery that had got spilled out in the mud. Say, Court, he said the streets were dirtier than the Chicago streets." "Oh, come now," said Hirsch. "Fact! And the dogs! He told us he knows now where all the yellow dogs go to when they die." "But say," remarked Hirsch, "what is that about the Higgins-Pasha business?
Do you know, pray, that on the last evening, at a KNEIPE in the GOLDENE HIRSCH, he boasted of what you had done for him boasted about everything that had happened between you to a rowdy, tipsy crew? More than that, he gave shameless details, about you going to his room that afternoon " "It's not true, it's not true," repeated Louise, as if she had got these few words by heart.
Frank Tinney and Al Jolson can, in their humble way, efface memories of Digby Bell and Dan Daly. Irving Berlin, Louis A. Hirsch, and Jerome Kern are not to be sniffed at. Neither is P. G. Wodehouse. Harry B. Smith we have always with us: he is the Sarah Bernhardt of librettists. Joseph Urban has wrought a revolution in stage settings for this form of entertainment.
Erös Béla would have stormed and cursed, the young Count would have laid his riding-whip across the shoulders of his successful rival and there would have been an end of the matter. Leopold Hirsch would go down to hell and endure the torments of the damned, then return to heaven at a smile from her, and go back to hell again and glory in his misery.
Leopold Hirsch, having done the awful deed, had fled, of course, but his victim might not be dead, he might be only wounded and dying for want of succour. Klara closing her eyes could almost picture him, groaning and perhaps trying to drag himself up in a vain endeavour to get help.
After a night passed in the quarantine, I removed to the inn, and punctually as the clock struck half past twelve, the very party my imagination conjured up, assembled to discuss the mehlspeise in the stencilled parlour of the Hirsch. Favoured by the most beautiful weather, I started in a sort of caleche for Dreucova.
And old Hirsch, as if he heard the anxious question of her heart, said, shaking his head: "I cannot give very much for these few calico dresses and aprons. They are all very nice and well preserved, but of no value whatever." "But there is also a silk dress, sir," said Leonora, in a tremulous voice, "an entirely new silk dress."
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