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"Cone! and her huspant will be waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead; and tat should pe ta woman, for she'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort." "That's saying a good deal," returned the marquis. "Not one wort more as enough, my lort," said Duncan.
The sight was too much for the risibilities of the Irish boy, and he forgot that he had been severely bitten by "centipades." "Begorra! Dutchy, this is a roight loively avening, Oi do belave," he chuckled. "Will yez look at this fer a racket, Oi dunno! Hurro! Sail in, b'ys!" "Vell, I don't efer seen der peat uf dot!" gasped Hans, his eyes bulging.
"Ven I efer t'ink my liperty cost me two huntret tollaire and I haf not got him. Zis blow kill all zat is to me of my self-respect! Je suis hors de moi-même!" "Why, you orter be able to raise dat much tin," said the guard. Tulitz jumped from his bed to the floor with a cry such as a wild beast might have given as it sprang from peril into safety.
Old Allister, your creat her own crandfather, was ta pest horseman ta worrlt efer saw, and he 'll nefer pe hafing ta trews to his own lecks nor ta saddle to his horse's pack. He 'll chust make his men pe strap on an old plaid, and he 'll pe kive a chump, and away they wass, horse and man, one peast, aal two of tem poth together."
"Right in de bekinning o' summer time! Vell, vell, vell! And you told me Mrs. Richling is a sentsible voman! Vell, I don't belief dat I efer see a young voman w'at aint de pickest kind o' fool apowt her hussbandt. Vell, vell! And she comin' down heah 'n' choost kittin' all your money shpent, 'n' den her mudter kittin' vorse 'n' she got 'o go pack akin!" "Why, Mrs.
Dirty days is der price, or fifteen tollars." "Is dat straight, or a game you givin' me?" "It's der pest tip you efer had. I gif it to you pecause I pelief you are not so bad as der rest. Und pecause you gan visl 'Der Freischütz' bezzer dan I myself gan. Don't run against any more bolicemans aroundt der corners, but go away from town a few tays. Good-pye."
"Efer since I left dere, fifteen years ago." "But your father and mother may be dead by this time?" "So, but dere vill be odders. Und der blace it vill remain." "But all this will cost a fortune, and you are not sure" "I know shoost vot id vill gost, to a cend." "And you think you can ever afford to carry out your idea?" "I VILL affort id.
"Well," said Fulkerson, "I wish I was a subject of suspicion with you, Lindau. By-the-way," he added, "I understand that you think capital was at the bottom of the veto of that pension of yours." "What bension? What feto?" The old man flamed up again. "No bension of mine was efer fetoedt. I renounce my bension, begause I would sgorn to dake money from a gofernment that I ton't peliefe in any more.
Ta maad lairt was not ferry maad, and if he was maad he was not paad, and it was not ta plame of him: he was coot always, howefer." "He wass that, daddy." "But it will pe something ferry paad, and it will pe efer troubling her speerit. Aal is not well, my son." "Weel, dinna distress yersel', daddy. Lat come what wull come.
He lifts up his hands und says, 'I shoost adtmire you, Hans. 'What for you adtmire me? 'Pecause you vos de piggest kicker dot efer comes into dis hoshpital. Now look at yourself. You vos oxamined und put into de ped to which you pelong. Dere ish de card hanging ofer your hedt vot tells vot vos der matter mit you. Und den dere ish der medticine for consumption in de pottle py your hedt.
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