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Shust hear der man speak foolishness! Gif me a hand, Bill, und I vill get up und be hung." He crawled stiffly to his feet and looked about him. "Herr Gott! listen to der man! He vood hang me! Ho! ho! ho! I tank not! Yes, I tank not!" "And I tank yes, you swab," Lawson spoke up mockingly, at the same time cutting a sled-lashing and coiling it up with ominous care.
Ay goin' marry LeFroy, and he tal me de trut'. He 'fraid to lie to me, or Ay break him in two. LeFroy, he bane gude man now, he quit Lapierre. Ju bet ju if he don't bane gude Ay gif him haal. Ay tal him it bane gude t'ing if MacNair kill him das night.
But look here, Monsieur le Baron, make it six hundred, and I will give you a bit of advice." "Gif it, and trust to my generosity." "I will risk it," Contenson said, "but it is playing high. In such matters, you see, we have to work underground. You say, 'Quick march! You are rich; you think that money can do everything. Well, money is something, no doubt.
George again, and fand him bedfast by his custom, and asking him how he did, 'Ever going the way of weilfare, says he. Mr. Thomas, his cousin, shawes him of the hardness of that part of his Storie, that the King would be offendit with it, and it might stay all the work. 'Tell me, man, says he, 'gif I have told the truth? 'Yes, says Mr.
"And she knows, too," he pursued imperturbably, "that we may think he wants her merely for it." "Bravo!" puffed Harwood smokily from his camp-stool. "She is too clever to expect any weak generosity from any of us. She believes we will think the worst. And won't we? Viva Nietzsche, and perish pity!" "Shame upon us, then," cried Frau Stern. "She will gif up that fine young man for fear of our talk?
The very men the dear craturs feed, and clothe, and protect, and cherish, sing in the pot-houses that they want their liberty 'Becaus their wifis hes maistery, That they dar nawayis cheip; Bot gif it be in privity, Quhan thair wifis are in sleip.
"How old are you, son?" "Nineteen, sir." "Oh my, that is offle young for the job I gif you. Some of dose man you go to boss might be your father. Und how much do you weigh?" "About a hundred and thirty." "Too light, too light. Und I haf keep my eye on you in Boise. You are not so goot a boy as you might be." "Well, sir, I guess not." "But you was not so bad a boy as you might be, neider.
"Ah'll get heem in Kebeck," answered Jacques, passing his hand lightly over the instrument, as he always did when any one spoke of it. "Vair' nice VIOLON, hein? W'at you t'ink? Ma h'ole teacher, to de College, he was gif' me dat VIOLON, w'en Ah was gone away to de woods." "I want to know! Were you in the College? What'd you go off to the woods for?"
"Oxactly, young man. Sit down, und I vill see yoost vat vos pest for us both. You vould be an actor; you haf the ambition. Ah! I see it in your eyes, and it gif me great bleasure. But, young man, it vos unfortunate dot I haf not mooch just now to gif you, yet the vay vill open if you only stays mit me. Sure; yaw, I, Samuel Albrecht, vill make of you a great actor.
Then, as though he did not wish Kinlay to overhear his offer, he followed me, taking me by the sleeve: "Ah! mine friend," he said coaxingly, "I see you know wot it is. Very well, den, I gif you a sovereign." "A sovereign!" I exclaimed aloud. And Kinlay, who had now come up to us, opened his eyes in surprise. "Take the money, man," he urged. "Nay, nay," I said.
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