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Updated: May 3, 2025
When he getta where dissa mer-out chan' slip, an' snow, snow, ole semma hev good dleam, dissa beau mek like was to chenge his mine 'gain; but dissa woman whisper: "Quick! Quick!" an' nen ole sudden dissa beau stlike. Nen Jan Han Sun was died instamentty! "'Dissa woman begin rip up flaw. Her beau he'p her ole he can, an' work vay hard, fas' fred somebody come.
It getta my goat." The boys laughed at his woe-begone face. "Put some more water with it," suggested Billy at a venture. Tony looked at him with such a glare of contempt that the amateur baker wilted. "I usa de water!" he exclaimed. "Plent water! No maka de stick."
"I," he was saying, "am Pietro Moresco. I have-a da nice political posish, an' nice-a barber-shop on Mulberry-a Strit. Some-a day I getta on da force da pollis-force. Sure t'ing. I been-a home to see ma moth. I go-a back to make-a da more mon." He pulled out from his corded bundle of red quilts and coats and rugs some bottles of cheap wine. "I getta place for all you men."
'Masso nodded. "He bigga kid now. Not go da school any more. Boss, he giva da cut. I bringa da Tony, getta da job as tool boy. Boss, he fire da Yankee boy. Tony, he work cheaper." "He's too small to work," said Big Jim. "You'd ought to keep him in school and give him a chance." "Chance for what?" asked 'Masso.
"Quando una donna e grande, ben formata, porta ben sua persona, siede con una certa grandezza, parla con gravita, ride con modestia, e finalmente getta quasi un odor di Regina; allora noi diciamo quella donna pare una maesta, ella ha una maesta." Firenzuola: Della Bellezza delle Donne.
I maka da mon. I go home to old countra. That 'nough. Work alla da time." Big Jim ate his beef sandwich slowly. Little Jim, chin in palm, sat listening, turning the matter over in his mind. His father tried another angle. "What started you over here, 'Masso? How'd you happen to think of coming?" 'Masso understood this. "Homa, mucha talk 'bout desa landa. How ever'boda getta da mon over here.
"We', Chan Tow he vay denight to shee dissa fortune-tayer. Mek put hisse'f down to tabuh, eat subbah wif him, an' mek oneddy hop 'long getta ole bes' was in oshantyhouse. Chan Tow say: 'My de-ah sir, I am exceediny denight to shee you. We bofe about sem profussions: you fortune-tayer; I was highrob. Nen bofe eat, dlink long tem, an' Chan Tow tay ole about his shucshess in binniziz."
He was no sailor; that I soon determined. The two of them became thoroughly interested; but after a time the native courtesy of the Italian asserted itself. He evidently thought we might feel left out of it; though I think the others were, like myself, quite fascinated. "You lika music?" he smiled at us engagingly. "I getta my Italian fiddle? No?"
Nen say, vay loud: "De-ah wife, letta me in! I am yo' de-ah husban' come home." So bye-bye was daw open, an' his wife come say: "O my de-ah husban'! so denight to shee you!" Nen ole dark. "'Nen I go roun' back his house. Getta long bamboo po', an' putta dissa po' up 'gainst house to shin up dissa loof. Nen cut with knife a litty roun' ho' frough loof, an' look down into dissa house.
You love me, you tekka dissa sharp knife and ki' him. Nen we getta marry begedder to-morrow, an' mek habby tem." "'Her beau say: "Oh, no. I fred ki' him. Fred I get behead." An' nen dissa woman getta vay mad wif him, an' say: "You doan' ki' him, I tekka dissa knife an' chot op yo' head op, instamentty!" Nen he begin tek off his mine " "Took off his mind?"
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