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Says I, 'Vot you gonna learn? and he says, 'I gonna learn to be a better man. Den he vaits a minute, and he says, 'Mr. T-S, he told me to foller him! J' ever hear de like o' dat?" "What did you say?" "Vot could I say? I vanted to say, 'Who's givin' you de orders? But I couldn't, somehow! I hadda tell him to go ahead, and come back before he forgot all my business."
O' course, there's many a promisin' murderer died afore 'e could do the deed, death 'as no more respect for vould-be murderers than for their wictims. But whenever I sees a cove or covess with the true murderer's face, down goes that cove or covess' name in my little reader, an' I vatches an' vaits for 'em to bring it off, werry patient."
Beck, be n't you be a hungrateful beast to go for to think of nothin' but the tin, ven your 'art ought to varm with hemotion? I vill vear 'em ven I vaits on him. Ven he sees his own smalls bringing in the muffins, he will say, 'Beck, you becomes 'em!"
They saw the effort and its failure, and understood both. With a gesture of hopelessness, he turned his back toward them, and stood with sagging muscles and eyes fixed on the empty grate. Epstein's nerves snapped. "For God's sake, Devon," he begged, "cut out the vaits! Tell us vot you got on your chest, and tell it quick." Laurie turned and once more met his eyes.
Last fall Hugo ban gone a vhiles back East again, and vhen you comes I tank mebbe you some nice gal he promise to marry. Even vhen de telegraft come I make sure it is so. I pring de bit paper here myself an' vaits a vhiles, but he no come and I haf to go on. I vanted to see de happy face on him. I say to myself, 'Hah!
"Vell no, sir that's hardly to be expected, ye see, some on 'em wanishes away, an' some goes an' dies, but they mostly turns out true capitals if I only vaits for 'em long enough, and up they goes." "And are you always on the lookout for such faces?" "Yes, sir, v'en I ain't busy on some case. A man must 'ave some little relaxation, and that's mine.
It is educated, led in t'e right vay. Tradition vaits for years to ripen vine and make it perfect. Science finds t'e bacillus of t'e perfect vine and puts it in t'e cask of fresh grape juice, and soon t'e vine drinkers of t'e vorld svear it is t'e rare old vintage. T'e bacillus, inconceivably tiny, svarming vit' life, reproducing itself a billion from one, t'at is Nature's tool.
Beck, be n't you be a hungrateful beast to go for to think of nothin' but the tin, ven your 'art ought to varm with hemotion? I vill vear 'em ven I vaits on him. Ven he sees his own smalls bringing in the muffins, he will say, 'Beck, you becomes 'em!"
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