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"Der poss iss coming to-night, I see. Huh?" "Yes. He ought to be along now," replied Morrissy, glancing at his watch, which was as conspicuous as his yellow diamonds. "How you getting along mit der poys?" "Oh, we're coming along fine, all right." "Going to call 'em out uf der mills? Huh?" "Perhaps. When the boss comes, tell him I'm up stairs."
"No," Josiah Allen continued, "there hain't no sense in that but mit! there you have sense. All wimmen wear mits; they love 'em. She most probable had a good pair, and lost one on 'em, and then give the other to the church.
I don't keep moofers mit te tafern." Robert and Corinne felt very homeless as she drove at a rattling pace down the valley. They were hungry, and upon an unknown road; and that inhospitable tavern had turned them away like vagrants. "We'll drive all night before we'll stop in his movers' pen," said Grandma Padgett with her well-known decision.
"Many men vould not dare so to go mit anozzer name," he announced; "bot I have my nerves onder a good gontrol." "You astonish me," said the Count. "I do even surprise myself," admitted the Baron.
After this point, Peter could see or hear nothing further, and for a very good reason Kleiner Traum had vanished with his kaleidoscope. Kleiner Traum Visits David Morgridge. It is no secret whither Kleiner Traum vanished. The moment he had left little Peter Mit, he was sitting on David Morgridge's breast, kaleidoscope in hand. One shake of the kaleidoscope. Really, Mr.
The old gentleman meant his words for both, and he therefore used the English tongue as best he could, and spoke loud: "Nicholas, bears ish shtrong amimals as nefer vos: they can squeeze in der ribs of a ox of dey tried, I dinks, so looks out dot de bears don't not squeeze mit you." "I will take good care, you may depend." "His claws am sharp and he has big jaws; look outs for dem, Nicholas!"
He iss not ferra shtrong; ovver he vurks like a shteam-inchyine." "I haven't seen him for many a day," said Dr. Sevier. The baker distended his eyes, bent his enormous digestive apparatus forward, raised his eyebrows, and hung his arms free from his sides. "He toandt kit a minudt to shpare in teh tswendy-four hourss. Sumptimes he sayss, 'Mr. Reisen, I can't shtop to talk mit you. Sindts Mr.
This projecting a world from the gaseous elements of one's own cranium and dealing with that world, instead of the world that exists, is a danger to everybody concerned. "Bedauernswert sei es allerdings, dass wir in unserem politischen Leben nicht mit gentlemen zu thun haben, dies sei aber em Begriff der uns überhaupt abgehe," writes Prince Hohenlohe in his memoirs.
"Mein gracious!" he said. "Dot iss a sdrange ting dot haff happened mit you, Sharlie," he said, in a wondering, small voice. "Sharlie!" he called. "Sharlie!" The Missing Link gave no reply. "Pless mein soul!" gasped the Dutchman. Suddenly a gleam of intelligence shot through the publican's boosy gloom.
But Morris went on quite undisturbedly: "I had once a auntie und she had awful kind feelings over a stylish floorwalker, und he was loving mit her. So-o-oh! They marries! Und they don't say nothings to nobody. On'y the stylish floor walker he writes on my auntie whole bunches of lovin' letters." "She ain't married," Patrick reiterated. "She ain't."
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