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Never mind. I dare say you did not mean it." Encouraged by this affable reception from the highwayman, though a little embarrassed by Ned's allusion to former conduct on his part, which he felt was just, Dummie grinned, pushed a stool near Ned, sat himself down, and carefully avoiding any immediate answer to Ned's complaints, rejoined, "Do you know, Meester Pepper, you struck I all of a heap?
"'Who has dreated you, may I ask, Meester Boblin? "'Doctor Stuffen, at Fizzenbad. "'Ah, yes, a fery goot man, but a leedle de times behindt. Vat did you eat? "I handed him the list. "'No vonder dot you are thin, my frent yoost as I oxpected dis ees de olt deory of broteids. Dot is all oxbloded now. Eef you haf stay anuder mont you vould be dead.
'Meester Purdy, nevaire, nevaire come to eat in thees place again. She stayed with it too!" "Good for her!" said Mrs. Tiffany, reaching for her crewel work. "Oh, yes," responded Mr. Chester in the uncertain tone of one who gives assent for politeness without knowing exactly why.
On the way to the bridge, the dragoman, although he was curiously in love with his forty francs a day and his opportunities, ventured a stout protest, based apparently upon the fact that after all this foreigner, four days out from Athens was somewhat at his mercy. " Meester Coleman," he said, stopping suddenly, " I think we make no good if we go there. Much better we wait Arta for our horse.
And hover and above this, Meester Pepper, I thought summut might turn hup by and by, in vhich it vould be best for I to keep my hown counsel and nab the revard, if I hever durst make myself known."
Then, feeling that they had been acting rather unceremoniously, he turned to Hans. Peter turned pale! What was the matter with the people? Raff and Hans had started up and were staring at him in glad amazement. Gretel looked wild. Dame Brinker, with an unlighted candle in her hand, was rushing about the room, crying, "Hans! Hans! Where's your hat? Oh, the meester! Oh the meester!" "Birmingham!
An' you, Meester Hamilton, a respectable Protestant, I'm fair surprised to see ye in sic' company." "'Tis Eric and Father Holland and Laplante," I shouted, springing to my feet and rushing to the doorway, but Frances put herself before me. "Keep back," she whispered. "The priest and Mr. Hamilton have been here before; but father would not let them in. The other man may be a De Meuron.
"Do you think he really has the furs?" asked Henry. "I don't." "No, Henry. He came to report what we were doing. He is a spy. We'll see some more of them soon." Mr. Morris was right; half an hour later another Indian, accompanied by Louis Glotte, came into view from over the hill. "Open the gate! Want to trade!" cried the Indian. "Vat for you close ze gate, Meester Morris?" asked Glotte smoothly.
Once I caught sight of Trenchard, hurrying to be useful with the little bottle of iodine, stumbling over one of the stretchers, causing the wounded man to cry out. Then Semyonov's voice angrily: "Tchort! Who's that?... Ah, Meester! of course!" Then Marie Ivanovna's voice: "I've finished this, Alexei Petrovitch.... That's all, isn't it?"
"Nay, nay." She laughed. "I'll tell the meester how ye tease and fidget and bother to be let out in the air; and if he says it, I'll bundle ye warm tomorrow and give ye a turn on your feet. But I'm freezing you with this door open. I declare if there isn't Gretel with her apron full, skating on the canal like wild.
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