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"We country doctors bow to our metropolitan superiors; what would you advise? You would venture, perhaps, the experiment of bleeding." "Pleed! Cott in heaven! do you think I am a putcher, an executioner? Pleed! Never." DR. DOSEWELL. "I don't find it answer, myself, when both lungs are gone! But perhaps you are for inhaling?" DR. MORGAN. "Fiddledee!"
My father was not a juke exactly, nor aven a markis, and see, nevertheliss, to what a pitch I am come. I spare no ixpinse; I'm the iditor of a cople of pariodicals; I dthrive about in me carridge: I dine wid the lords of the land; and why in the name of the piper that pleed before Mosus, hwy? Because I'm a litherary man. Because I know how to play me cards.
You might as well look for a needle in the river as for a woman in Paris, who is supposed to haunt Vincennes, and of whom the description answers to every pretty woman in the capital." "And could not Contenson haf tolt me de truf, instead of making me pleed out one tousand franc?" "Listen to me, Monsieur le Baron," said Louchard. "Will you give me a thousand crowns?
"Not at all. I gif it besides the one tousand-franc note vat you pleed me off. Dat makes fifteen hundert franc vat I gif you." "Very good, you give me the thousand francs I have had and you will add five hundred francs." "Yust so," said Nucingen, nodding. "But that still leaves only five hundred francs," said Contenson imperturbably. "Dat I gif," added the Baron. "That I take.
"He has dodged his creditors three times; he has robbed them; I never stole a farthing; I am a cleverer fellow than he is " "Contenson, mein freund," said the Baron, "you haf vat you call pleed me of one tousand-franc note." "My girl owed God and the devil " "Vat, you haf a girl, a mistress!" cried Nucingen, looking at Contenson with admiration not unmixed with envy.
'Scuse me!" dat li'l black Mose beg an' pleed, an' de ghostes ain't know whuther to eat him all up or not, 'ca'se he step on de boss ghostes's chest dat a-way.
"We country doctors bow to our metropolitan superiors; what would you advise? You would venture, perhaps, the experiment of bleeding." "Pleed! Cott in heaven! do you think I am a putcher, an executioner? Pleed! Never." DR. DOSEWELL. "I don't find it answer, myself, when both lungs are gone! But perhaps you are for inhaling?" DR. MORGAN. "Fiddledee!"
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