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"Hugh, it is t' last time. I 'II never worrit hur again." There were tears in her voice now, but she choked them back. "Hear till me only to-night! If one of t' witch people wud come, them we heard of t' home, and gif hur all hur wants, what then? Say, Hugh!" "What do you mean?" "I mean money.". Her whisper shrilled through his brain.
Go, Tristan, my friend! slay! slay!" This eruption having passed, he returned to his seat, and said with cold and concentrated wrath, "Here, Tristan! There are here with us in the Bastille the fifty lances of the Vicomte de Gif, which makes three hundred horse: you will take them. There is also the company of our unattached archers of Monsieur de Chateaupers: you will take it.
"Yesh, yesh," said the little man, whose German silver spectacles sat upon a bulbously Oriental nose; "ze monish ish never paid on a crossed shequc. If one hash a bank-account, you know, zat ish different. Ze gentleman who gif you dis shequc had no bishness to crosh it if you have no banker."
He will not stop it. Eef he have the money, it is better sacré yes. Eef he not gif well, I will tell you, there is the other railway man he try to hurt, how would he like But I will tell you on the river. Maint'nant queeck, we go." Without a word Lygon took down another coat and put it on. Doing so he concealed a weapon quickly, as Dupont stooped to pick a coal for his pipe from the blaze.
At efening I shall gif a little lesson with much gladness, for look you, Mees Marsch, I haf this debt to pay."
You know you haf bedder look von de vind as Ah got. Ah sail mein sheep! Ah dond't vait for de fair winds nor not'ings!" "No," said Burke, "but ye get 'em, all the same. Everybody knows ye've th' divil's own luck, Schenke!" "Und so you vas! Look now, Cabtin Burke. You t'nk you got so fast a sheep as mein, eh? Veil! Ah gif you a chanst to make money.
"Gif only I vas rich enof to lif like dis efery tay " began the good German in a melancholy voice. But here Mme. Cibot appeared upon the scene. Pons had given her an order for the theatre from time to time, and stood in consequence almost as high in her esteem and affection as her boarder Schmucke.
ANSWER. You do me too much honour, Sir. THE DANE. O me! if you should dink I is flattering you! No, no, no! I haf ten tousand a year yes, ten tousand a year yes, ten tousand pound a year! Vel and vat is dhat? a mere trifle! I 'ouldn't gif my sincere heart for ten times dhe money. Yes, you're a Got! I a mere man! But, my dear friend! dhink of me, as a man!
"Take crate care of him, dear Montame Zipod," answered Schmucke, and he tried to take the portress' hand. "Oh! look here now, again." "Chust listen to me. You shall haf all dot I haf, gif ve safe him." "Very well; I will go round to the chemist's to get the things that are wanted; this illness is going to cost a lot, you see, sir, and what will you do?"
I vill gif you pay for eet all for the child. An' here ees one dollar mo' from Billy Buch. Now go, goot voman." The other interruption was the redoubtable Mrs.
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