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"O Lor! he'd do for a tobaccer-shop; they could keep him to scent snuff! Lor, he'd keep a whole shope agwine, he would!" "I say, keep off, can't you?" said Adolph, enraged. "Lor, now, how touchy we is, we white niggers! Look at us now!" and Sambo gave a ludicrous imitation of Adolph's manner; "here's de airs and graces. We's been in a good family, I specs."
This brother had just written him, describing the millionaires who bought his pictures and bric-a-brac. His shop was crowded with them. Adolph's brother was shrewd and hard to please, but let his cher Stefan go himself to New York with his canvases, impress the brother with his brilliance and the beauty of his work, and, undoubtedly, his fortune would at once be made.
You can get me at Adolph's. Huh? No, Carrie can give the anesthetic, I guess. G'-by. Huh? No; tell me about that tomorrow too damn many people always listening in on this farmers' line." He turned to Carol. "Adolph Morgenroth, farmer ten miles southwest of town, got his arm crushed-fixing his cow-shed and a post caved in on him smashed him up pretty bad may have to amputate, Dave Dyer says.
The boldness of my grandiloquent and bombastic expressions roused my uncle Adolph's alarm and astonishment. He was unable to understand how I could have selected and used with inconceivable exaggeration precisely the most extravagant forms of speech to be found in Lear and Gotz von Berlichingen.
But there was silence. Adolph's great shoulder pressed against the little windowpane, and a corner broke out and tinkled down. "Be careful!" scolded Ledermann. "You don't want to break this pretty toy. Come now, and tell me all you have done." "Not so much," said Adolph, "except I have talked to all the young recruits.
Stefan was silent, too taken aback for speech. "I tell you, Mr. Byrd," Jensen stammered on, striking his hands together impotently, "for all its wealth, this is a city of dead hopes. It's been a long fight, but it's over now.... Yes, you are Adolph's friend, and I can't so much as buy a sketch from you. It's quite, quite over."
Twenty minutes later the door stealthily opened, and Adolph's head cautiously reconnoitred the situation, coming into the silent apartment inch by inch, his crafty eyes rapidly searching the room and filling with malicious glee when he saw that everything was as he had planned. He entered quietly and closed the door softly behind him. He had a great coil of thin strong cord in his hand.
He was red to the roots of his blonde hair. "Is your wife then enceinte, Stefan!" "Yes, of course she is she cares for nothing but having children." "But, Stefan!" Adolph's hands waved helplessly he stammered. "It cannot be it is impossible, impossible that you desert a beautiful and good wife who expects your child. I cannot believe it." "I haven't deserted her," Stefan retorted angrily.
I want to go home! What's it to me what you talk about?" He sniffed, and drew his cuff across his eyes. "Let me have him," said Adolph. "Let me go outside the gates with him." "No," said Porky, using his cuff again. "I ain't goin' with nobody. I know how to get home. I don't have to have somebody take me." He tried to wiggle away, but felt Adolph's clutch close like an iron vise.
We can easily imagine the high-and-mighty jack-in-office he must have been in Adolph's time. Wherever he made his power felt it blasted honest art and checked honest art endeavour.
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