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I haf dravel der vorlt over shbeaking, wriding, delling der beoples to make vay for der zoshul refolushun. Uf dey vill not, ve must der reech kill. We must remofe dem vich stand py der roat und stay der march of civilization. Some say 'Make haste! kill! kill! I say, 'Nein, vait, gif der wretched beoples some chance to be safe. Tell dem vot is Anarchy. Etjucade dem. "Vell, den, dey listen to me.
He shall print him, den million copies, send him de vorlt ofer, in all der lankviches, to all der peoples. Dink uf dot! You shall be great Anarchist as I. Ve go down mit fame togedder!" He paused for Mr. O'Royster's reply, trembling with fanatical excitement. The reply was somewhat slow in coming. Mr. O'Royster, when his companion began to talk, had leaned his head on his arm and closed his eyes.
"All de vorlt is at vor!" said the linguist, waving his cocoa in an illustrative manner, "all de vorlt is at vor!" Bert stared southward into the dawn. It did not seem so. "All de vorlt is at vor! They haf burn' Berlin; they haf burn' London; they haf burn' Hamburg and Paris. Chapan hass burn San Francisco. We haf mate a camp at Niagara. Dat is whad they are telling us.
"Oh, my son, my brave and noble son, you are saved! God is kinder to me than I deserve!" he cried. "One moment, Brudenell! Oh, Ishmael, thank Heaven, you are safe!" fervently exclaimed another voice that of Judge Merlin, who now came forward and warmly shook his hand. "Ant dere ish von more drue shentlemans in te vorlt!" sobbed the German Jew, seizing and pressing one of Ishmael's hands.
"Plumb," replied Hal, with his most amiable expression. "So far as any immediate decision is concerned." "Less ged oud," said Mr. Mintz to his colleagues. They got out. Mintz was last to go. He came over to Hal. "I lyg your story," he said. "I lyg to see a feller stand up for his bizniz against the vorlt. I'm a Jew. I hope you lose but goot luck!" He held out his hand. Hal took it. "Mr.
"Vell, my chilt, you are a happy creature, for you are de maid of dat most beautiful voman in de vorlt. And your fortune shall be made if you vill talk to her for me and in mine interests." "I would not do such a thing for ten thousand francs!" exclaimed Europe. "I would have you to know, Monsieur le Baron, that I am an honest girl." "Oh yes. I expect to pay dear for your honesty.
But when Ishmael had seen his old follower comfortably in bed, the Jew turned to him and, as it would seem, for the simple pleasure of speaking to the young man whom he admired so much, said: "Zir; te zhip rollts mush. Tere vill pe a gread pig storm." "I think so," answered Ishmael courteously. "Vell, if zhe goesh down do te boddom tere vill pe von lesh drue shentleman in de vorlt, zir.
Ant tat vill be you." "Thank you," said Ishmael, smiling. "Ant tere vill pe von lesh Sherman Shew in te vorlt. Ant tat vill pe me." "Oh, I hope there is no danger of such a calamity. Good-night!" said Ishmael, smiling upon his admirer and withdrawing from the cabin.
I am a boet. Do you hear me, younk Armstronk? I am a boet I am a berson of imachination. I can invent. I can gontrive. There is nopoty in the vorlt who can gonstruct a blot like me. But I gannot egspress myself. Now, you gan egspress me; that is your desdiny. You will egspress Cheorge Dargo. You will descend to future aitches as the dranslader of Cheorge Dargo.
China has cot drachenflieger and luftschiffe beyont counting. All de vorlt is at vor!" "Gaw!" said Bert. "Yess," said the linguist, drinking his cocoa. "Burnt up London, 'ave they? Like we did New York?" "It wass a bombardment." "They don't say anything about a place called Clapham, or Bun Hill, do they?" "I haf heard noding," said the linguist. That was all Bert could get for a time.
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