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I can't do any more voark for you; and I can't geep the mawney you haf baid me a'ready. It iss not hawnest mawney that hass been oarned py voark; it iss mawney that hass peen mate py sbeculation, and the obbression off lapor, and the necessity of the boor, py a man Here it is, efery tollar, efery zent. Dake it; I feel as if dere vas ploodt on it."
I am sawry for him; I would not hoart hiss feelings, boat I could not pear to douch him, and hiss mawney iss like boison!" March tried to reason with Lindau, to show him the folly, the injustice, the absurdity of his course; it ended in their both getting angry, and in Lindau's going away in a whirl of German that included Basil in the guilt of the man whom Lindau called his master.
"Why, Lindau," March began, but the old man interrupted him. "Ton't dalk to me, Passil! I could not haf believedt it of you. When you know how I feel about dose tings, why tidn't you dell me whose mawney you bay oudt to me? Ach, I ton't plame you I ton't rebroach you. You haf nefer thought of it; boat I have thought, and I should be Guilty, I must share that man's Guilt, if I gept hiss mawney.
I am sawry for him; I would not hoart hiss feelings, boat I could not pear to douch him, and hiss mawney iss like boison!" March tried to reason with Lindau, to show him the folly, the injustice, the absurdity of his course; it ended in their both getting angry, and in Lindau's going away in a whirl of German that included Basil in the guilt of the man whom Lindau called his master.
I can't do any more voark for you; and I can't geep the mawney you haf baid me a'ready. It iss not hawnest mawney that hass been oarned py voark; it iss mawney that hass peen mate py sbeculation, and the obbression off lapor, and the necessity of the boor, py a man Here it is, efery tollar, efery zent. Dake it; I feel as if dere vas ploodt on it."
"He says he wants to see you just a moment. He's in the parlor, and he won't sit down, or anything." "What can he want?" groaned Mrs. March, from their common dismay. March apprehended a storm in the old man's face. But he only stood in the middle of the room, looking very sad and grave. "You are Going oudt," he said. "I won't geep you long. I haf gome to pring pack dose macassines and dis mawney.
"He says he wants to see you just a moment. He's in the parlor, and he won't sit down, or anything." "What can he want?" groaned Mrs. March, from their common dismay. March apprehended a storm in the old man's face. But he only stood in the middle of the room, looking very sad and grave. "You are Going oudt," he said. "I won't geep you long. I haf gome to pring pack dose macassines and dis mawney.
You might sell your rights of discovery, might not you?" "Non! Non! There is othaire thing, there is a most good possibilitee, thees mother lode, Mistaire Steering, it come out, I think it come out somewhere, eh? Mistaire Steering, have you got leetle mawney?" "That's exactly how much, Uncle Bernique, a little."
He told her that it was "Pip-RR." And she said back, "Paeper." Then they argued and never once did either one of them get it "Pepper." "Paeper." "Pip-RR." "Paeper." "Pip-RR." One day I heard him laying down the law to a woman who had dared question his price of "Rust Bif." He told her what he had to pay for it in "Cash Mawney" and asked her if she could do so, to explain.
I am sawry for him; I would not hoart hiss feelings, boat I could not pear to douch him, and hiss mawney iss like boison!" March tried to reason with Lindau, to show him the folly, the injustice, the absurdity of his course; it ended in their both getting angry, and in Lindau's going away in a whirl of German that included Basil in the guilt of the man whom Lindau called his master.
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