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A cord for ever against fifty fathom of water, though not in the sense of the base proverb a fico for the phrase, better sus. per funem, than sus. per coll."
"Now, out upon your tender conscience," said Lord Dalgarno; "and the fico for such outcasts of Parnassus! Why, these are the very leavings of that noble banquet of pickled herrings and Rhenish, which lost London so many of her principal witmongers and bards of misrule. What would you have said had you seen Nash or Green, when you interest yourself about the poor mimes you supped with last night?
Jenny, you will ask your good aunt, Miss Husted, to dine with us en famille one of our old-time dinners. Now, what shall we have?" he said, scanning the well-thumbed menu that Poons had handed to him. "It is an old one," suggested Fico. "It is always the same. It is only the date they change," said Von Barwig. Pinac looked over his shoulder at the menu.
Wagner should be glad that he is dead." "Wagner? Who is Wagner?" inquired Mr. Ryan. "No one, no one!" replied Von Barwig, shaking his head, "he did not belong to the Union " "Then he's a scab," remarked Mr. Ryan. Von Barwig looked at him and burst out laughing, the laughter of despair. Pinac and Fico looked at each other.
To acknowledge that lie would be to acknowledge the very power by which the Pope claims a right to depose Queen Elizabeth, and give her dominions to whomsoever he will. A fico for bulls! By possession, then?
"Come, come, Christian," said the Duke, smiling, "we know too much of each other to make a quarrel safe. Hate each other we may circumvent each other it is the way of Courts but proclaim! a fico for the phrase." "I used it not," said Christian, "till your Grace drove me to extremity.
Galazatti will send over a dinner without extra charge, if we order enough." "I am not hungry," began Fico, but Von Barwig silenced him with a look. "Then please find your appetite at once," he said. They saw it was useless to remonstrate with him and for a moment remained silent, but Pinac determined to make another effort. "You cannot afford such expense," he began. "It is too much."
"I found them," she said dolefully, "under that pile of music." "Gritt Scott!" said Pinac. He knew at a glance what they were; experience had taught him. "Are they of Von Barwig?" he inquired. Fico took three or four of the tickets. "From Anton; yes," and then he sighed and shook his head. The men knew Von Barwig was poor, but they had no idea to what extent his poverty had reached.
"To hell with the café," said Fico as he wrote to his employer, the proprietor of the restaurant, saying they did not intend to play that night, and could never come again. Not for me, never again," said Pinac as he indited his resignation. "À bas le café!" "I don't trouble to write at all," said Poons in German, "I simply don't go." Presently the dinner came, and what a dinner it was.
"You mean he have get up," suggested Pinac. "Got up!" corrected Jenny. "Yes," replied Fico. "He is got up and out." Poons, who had not quite followed the intricacies of the conversation, went into Von Barwig's room and satisfied himself that his beloved friend was not there. The three men stared at each other. They said nothing, but the expression on their faces denoted anxiety.
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