United States or Lesotho ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The two classes of domus and of insul, into which they are divided, include all the habitations of the capital, of every rank and condition from the marble palace of the Anicii, with a numerous establishment of freedmen and slaves, to the lofty and narrow lodging-house, where the poet Codrus and his wife were permitted to hire a wretched garret immediately under the files.
He began to beat the wood with his glass. "Shay," howled he, growing suddenly impatient. As the waiter did not then come, the man swelled with wrath. "Shay," howled he again. The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler damn fool," cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!"
"Well, zen," said the man, resolutely, "I'm go' 'pol'gize!" When the waiter came, the man struggled to the middle of the floor. "Girlsh shed you insul' me! I shay damn lie! I 'pol'gize!" "All right," said the waiter. The man sat down. He felt a sleepy but strong desire to straighten things out and have a perfect understanding with everybody.
"No, no," cried the women, crowding about and trying to subdue him. "He's all right! He didn't mean anything! Let it go! He's a good fellah!" "Din' he insul' me?" asked the man earnestly. "No," said they. "Of course he didn't! He's all right!" "Sure he didn' insul' me?" demanded the man, with deep anxiety in his voice. "No, no! We know him! He's a good fellah. He didn't mean anything."
"Din' he insul' me?" asked the man earnestly. "No," said they. "Of course he didn't! He's all right!" "Sure he didn' insul' me?" demanded the man, with deep anxiety in his voice. "No, no! We know him! He's a good fellah. He didn't mean anything." "Well, zen," said the man, resolutely, "I'm go' 'pol'gize!" When the waiter came, the man struggled to the middle of the floor.
"Din' he insul' me?" asked the man earnestly. In a partitioned-off section of a saloon sat a man with a half dozen women, gleefully laughing, hovering about him. The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe. "I'm good f'ler, girls," he said, convincingly. "I'm damn good f'ler. An'body treats me right, I allus trea's zem right! See?"
The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler fool!" cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!" "No, no!" cried the women, crowding about and trying to subdue him. "He's all right! He didn't mean anything! Let it go! He's a good fellah!"
The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler damn fool," cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!" "No, no," cried the women, crowding about and trying to subdue him. "He's all right! He didn't mean anything! Let it go! He's a good fellah!"
"Girlsh shed you insul' me! I shay lie! I 'pol'gize!" "All right," said the waiter. The man sat down. He felt a sleepy but strong desire to straighten things out and have a perfect understanding with everybody. "Nell, I allus trea's yeh shquare, din' I? Yeh likes me, don' yehs, Nell? I'm goo' f'ler?" "Sure," said the woman. "Yeh knows I'm stuck on yehs, don' yehs, Nell?"
Word Of The Day