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There is crape on your outside door. I didn't know but it was for you." "Nodt this time," said Lindau, in the same humor. "Berhaps some other time. We geep the ondertakers bratty puzy down here." "Well," said March, "undertakers must live, even if the rest of us have to die to let them." Lindau laughed, and March went on: "But I'm glad it isn't your funeral, Lindau.
There is crape on your outside door. I didn't know but it was for you." "Nodt this time," said Lindau, in the same humor. "Berhaps some other time. We geep the ondertakers bratty puzy down here." "Well," said March, "undertakers must live, even if the rest of us have to die to let them." Lindau laughed, and March went on: "But I'm glad it isn't your funeral, Lindau.
He will der grossest whippun ever of his life receive." Little by little the boy subsided, swallowing his sobs, knuckling his eyes, gazing ruefully at the spot where the boat had sunk. "Dot is better soh," commented Mr. Sieppe, finally releasing him. "Next dime berhaps you will your fat'er better pelief. Now, no more. We will der glams ge-dig, Mommer, a fire.
Meyer, "I pelieve we can broceed to pizness up to a certain point berhaps further. Mr. Thompson, you have the affidavit of Captain Bryce?" "I have," said the attorney, producing a document which Mr. Meyer glanced at and handed back.
There is crape on your outside door. I didn't know but it was for you." "Nodt this time," said Lindau, in the same humor. "Berhaps some other time. We geep the ondertakers bratty puzy down here." "Well," said March, "undertakers must live, even if the rest of us have to die to let them." Lindau laughed, and March went on: "But I'm glad it isn't your funeral, Lindau.
"Gome, gome," insisted Mr. Sieppe, moving toward the door. "Goot-py, Trina," exclaimed Mrs. Sieppe, crying harder than ever. "Doktor where is der doktor Doktor, pe goot to her, eh? pe vairy goot, eh, won't you? Zum day, Dokter, you vill haf a daughter, den you know berhaps how I feel, yes." They were standing at the door by this time. Mr.
Meyer muttered to himself: "Vealth and influence. Berhaps not. Now, gentlemen," he added, in a louder tone, "to pizness. Mr. Rowland, will you tell us about der running down of der Royal Age?" "Was it the Royal Age?" asked Rowland. "I sailed in her one voyage. Yes, certainly." Mr.
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