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Nature's vork hastened by science, aeons of veary vaiting and slow efolution forestalled by by me!" The little Professor stood erect, his eye fixed on mine, his mien commanding. I had never looked on man so transfigured. The thought was intoxicating me, driving me wild. I tried to think, to struggle against the tide that was sweeping me away.
"But it is exactly like Lord Byron's!" shrieked Pinchas. "Mein Gott! All night I lie avake vaiting for the post. At eight o'clock the post comes but The Flag of Judah she vaves not! I rush round here and now my beautiful poem vill not appear." He seized the sheet again, then cried fiercely: "You have a tale, 'The Waters of Babylon, by Ebenezer the fool-boy, but my poesie have you not.
"'Yes, but ven I didn't get my goots on time I kapt vaiting, und vaiting, und vaiting, und still dey ditn't com, I took dot copy and I vas so mad dot I tore it op and trew id in der stofe. "'Well, if you wish to look over the copy, Morris, I can easily run down to the depot and tear my tissue paper one out of my order book. "'Vell, you go down und get it, said Morris.
Esther kissed the Baron so sweetly that he turned pale without any pills. "Oh!" cried she, "do not suppose that I am sweet to you only for your thirty thousand francs! It is because now I love you, my good, fat Frederic." "Ach, mein Gott! Vy hafe you kept me vaiting? I might hafe been so happy all dese tree monts."
Vot does dis mean?" demanded Mr. Switzer. "Vos you vaiting for us mit dot gun?" Really the man did look a little menacing as he stood there with poised weapon, looking at the coasters. "I beg your pardon," he managed to stammer, at length. "I did not see you coming." "I guess it's our part to beg your pardon," said Mr. Sneed, who, though he did not steer the bob, had been obliged to ride on it.
"I've got something to do that pays better than vaiting on Lieutenant Murden," he whispered. "Is the occupation honest?" I asked. "If it hadn't been you vouldn't have caught me connected vid it," was the prompt reply. "That we can tell after we have heard what you are doing. Go on."
Five of us crept over to the hole and looked down. "Aye har yu, yu leetle Baked Pies!" said Ole, waking in an instant. "Yust come on down. Aye ban vaiting long enough to smash yu!" "Mr. Skjarsen," began Petey in the regular dark-lantern voice that all secret societies use "Mr. Skjarsen for as such we must still call you the final test is over. You have acquitted yourself nobly.
Schimmelpodt," Dick responded, as he started to get up. "What are you doing here." "Oh, choost vaiting to see bis you do the same thing," grunted the contractor. "It was great sport -not?" "Decidedly 'not," laughed Dick, stepping gingerly over a sidewalk that had been spread thinly with some sticky substance. "Can I help you up, Mr. Schimmelpodt?"
This last remark was addressed to Nels Nelson, who appeared just below them and stood peering up at them through the veranda railing. "I yust vaiting for Meestair Stiles. He tol' me vait for heem here." "Mr. Stiles? Who's he?" "Dere he coomin'." As he spoke G. B. Stiles came through the hotel door and walked gravely up to them.
"Der United States marshal vaiting for you on der veranda iss," answered Carl solemnly. "Well, what do I care?" asked Ted. "He's come at a mighty busy time if he just wants to swap a little conversation. Did he say what he wanted?" "No, but he say it is very important vork, an' for you to hurry." "My compliments to the marshal, and tell him I'm busy, and will see him as soon as I get through.
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