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'A change of the greatest will occur. Too long have the people been oppressed with the promises and the never-to-happen things to become. The great work it shall be carry on. Yes. Our forces shall in the capital city strike of the soonest. Carrambos! "'Carrambos is the word, says I, beginning to invest myself with enthusiasm and more wine, 'likewise veeva, as I said before.
"'Yes, said I, 'there's fine caviare at Billy Renfrew's cafe, corner of Thirty-fourth and "'God knows it, interrupts Mellinger, 'and if you'd told me you knew Billy Renfrew I'd have invented tons of ways of making you happy. Billy was my side-kicker in New York. There is a man who never knew what crooked was. Here I am working Honesty for a graft, but that man loses money on it. Carrambos!
'Twas just such a hot broth of a day as this has been. And I'd call at him 'Hey, monseer! and he'd look at me black, with the damp showin' through his shirt in places. "'Fat, strong mans, says I to General De Vega, 'is needed in New Orleans. Yes. To carry on the good work. Carrambos! Erin go bragh!" Breakfast in Coralio was at eleven. Therefore the people did not go to market early.
'Twas a fine Chinchilla overcoat, Arctic overshoes, fur cap and earmuffs, with elegant fleece-lined gloves and woolen muffler. "'Carrambos! says the little general.
They fight big battle yesterday at Lomagrande that about nineteen or fifty mile in the mountain. That government soldier wheep General De Vega oh, most bad. Five hundred nine hundred two thousand of his mans is kill. That revolution is smash suppress bust very quick. General De Vega, him r-r-run away fast on one big mule. Yes, carrambos! The general, him r-r-run away, and his armee is kill.
And I have not the means to reward your devotion. Barely did I my life bring away. Carrambos! what a devil's animal was that mule, senor! Like ships in one storm was I dashed about. The skin on myself was ripped away with the thorns and vines. Upon the bark of a hundred trees did that beast of the infernal bump, and cause outrage to the legs of mine. In the night to Port Barrios I came.
He's on the bum now. 'Tis a little bughouse he is, on account of losin' his job. "'Carrambos! says the general, fizzin' like a little soda-water fountain, 'you fought, senor, with my forces in my native country. Why do you say the lies? You shall say I am the General De Vega, one soldier, one caballero "'Railroader, says I again. 'On the hog. No good.
Right across the street was a private residence built like a combination bake-oven and folding-bed. One day, O'Connor and me were passing it, single file, on the flange they called a sidewalk, when out of the window flies a big red rose. O'Connor, who is ahead, picks it up, presses it to his fifth rib, and bows to the ground. By Carrambos! that man certainly had the Irish drama chaunceyized.
"'Great carrambos! says I, when he stepped in, for I was in a bad temper, 'didn't I have catastrophes enough? I know what you want. You want to tell me that story again about Johnny Ammiger and the widow on the train. You've told it nine times already this month. "'It must be the heat, says Jones, stopping in at the door, amazed. 'Poor Billy. He's got bugs.
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