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Updated: June 13, 2025
This is a werry on-savory neighborhood at most times, an' the air's werry bad for fob-seals, say, and cravat-sparklers at all times. Sich things 'as a 'abit o' wanishing theirselves avay." Having said which, Mr. Shrig walked on beside Barnabas as one who profoundly meditates, for his brow was yet furrowed deep with thought. "Why so silent, Mr.
If you a'n't tun nodin den, vy don't you dell me vot it is dat you has tun? Hey?" All this time August found that it was getting harder and harder to tell his father the real state of the case. But the old man, seeing that he prevailed nothing, took a cajoling tone. "Koom, August, mine knabe, ton't shtand dare leig a vool. Vot tit Anterson zay ven he shent you avay?"
"Vell!" she exclaimed, "iss it Janice Day? I bane glad to see you. Iss your fader well?" "Oh, Olga!" gasped Janice. "Huh? What iss it the matter?" "We have looked everywhere for you!" "For me? Why for me? I don't vork no more. I keep house for my hoosban'," and Olga smiled broadly. "You you are married to Mr. Sangreen?" asked Janice doubtfully. "I bane married right avay when I left you.
"Can dose domestics hear vat ve say?" he asked at length, turning his wide blue eyes upon her, after some minutes of heavy silence. "Not a word." "Vell den you know Mr. Gray and I goin' avay to-morrow." "Yes, Peter." "To be gone much as a mont', Mr. Gray say." "I believe so." "Mrs. Cary, dear missus, vill you look after Edit' vile I'm gone?"
It was a ripe Durian which had fallen from an immense height and missed him by a hairbreadth. "Zank Got, you have escaped!" exclaimed the professor, looking back with a solemn countenance. "I have indeed escaped what might have been a severe blow," said Nigel, stooping to examine the fruit, apparently forgetful that more might follow. "Come come avay. My boy vill bring it.
Stay, I vill tell to you all I knows. You mus' know, ven I run avay from you, I do so 'cause I know dat canoe ver' probabilie git opturned, so I come to river bank before every von. Dere is von big tree dere, so op I go like von skvirrel. You know vat come to pass apres dat. You smash de head of de Injun, aussi you smash de paddil. Den you escape, an' de Injuns howl vid passion!
“I suppose,” said the Baron, “zat vile you haf been avay your frients have forgot you.” As he spoke a young man looked hard at Mr Bunker, and even made a movement as though he would stop and speak to him. Mr Bunker looked blandly through him and walked on. “Do you not know zat gentleman?” “Which gentleman?” “Ze young man zat looked so at you.” “Some young men have a way of staring here, Baron.”
"Vell, you may sday till der cows come home!" gurgled Hans; "but I don'd peen caught in here any more bretty soon righd avay, you pet!" and he made a break for the door. The others quickly extinguished the light, and followed him. There would be no more gatherings in that room. Frank Merriwell fancied he had hit upon a scheme to stop the card games from which he could not remain away.
"Escaped, Lord no, sir, they've only run avay, I can allus put my 'ooks on 'em, I spotted 'em, d'ye see. And I know 'em, Lord love you! like a feyther! They vas Bunty Fagan, Dancin' James, and Vistlin' Dick, two buzmen an' a prig." "What do you mean?" inquired Barnabas, beginning to eye the man askance for all his obtrusive mildness. "I means two pickpockets and a thief, sir.
Und den ven everyding vent avay I vas chust as big a fool und I used to think how terrible the vorld vas und how unhappiness vas all you could get. "Yes, ten years ago, it vas. I started in again. I started in on vatches again. I got a job figxing vatches und a friend says he vould give me a chance. Und here I am. Still figxing vatches. Dey are my friends. Inside dey are all broken.
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