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"Then there will be some fees to pay, I suppose," said Mr. George, "both at Broek and at Saandam." "Yes, sir," said James. "We pay twenty-five cents at the dairy, twenty-five cents at the garden, and twenty-five to the hostler. That makes seventy-five. And the same at Saandam, to see the hut of Peter the Great, and the house. That makes one guilder fifty centimes." "Is that all?" asked Mr. George.
He had been inclined to complain one day in the studio, when he and Guilder visited Drene professionally; and Guilder looked at his dapper confrere in surprise and slight disgust; and Drene, at first bored, grew irritable. "What are you talking about?" he said sharply. "I'm talking about Cecile White," continued Quair, looking rather oddly at the sculptor out of his slightly prominent eyes.
Besides, the father had a goodly sum already, for service done to the Heernocht lands, at the time of the great inundation. Every week we had a guilder left over, sometimes more; for the father worked extra hours and could get high pay for his labor. Every Saturday night we put something by, except the time when you had the fever, Hans, and when Gretel came.
We declined with impressive politeness, and walked on. The Jew accompanied us, and attempted conversation, in which we did not join. He would show us everything for a guilder an hour, for half a guilder. Having plainly told the Jew that we did not desire his attendance, he crossed to the other side of the street, and kept us in sight, biding his opportunity.
"Oh!" "Did you not tell me yourself of what you apprehended from your lover Jacob? People will steal one guilder, why not a hundred thousand?" "I shall watch; be quiet." "But if it opened whilst you were here?" "The whimsical little thing would indeed be quite capable of playing such a trick," said Rosa. "And if on your return you find it open?" "Well?"
"But I don't," remarked his partner dryly. "For the sake of argument, you do. What happens? Do I raise hell? No. I merely thank you. Why? Because I don't want her if you can get her away. That," he added, with satisfaction, "is philosophy. Isn't it, Drene?" Guilder intervened pleasantly: "I don't think Drene is particularly interested in philosophy. I'm sure I'm not. Shut up, please."
Invited to court to breakfast; such headaches we had; longed for coffee; found nothing but brandy; forced to drink; sick as dogs; sent to take an airing upon the most damnable little horses, not worth a guilder, no bridles nor saddles; bump bump bump we go, up and down before the Czar's window, he and the Czarina looking at us.
But if ever I go to the "Bath Hotel," Rotterdam, again, I am a Dutchman. A guilder for a bottle of pale ale, and that bottle a pint! Ah! for shame for shame! MINE EASE IN MINE INN. Do you object to talk about inns? It always seems to me to be very good talk. Walter Scott is full of inns. In "Don Quixote" and "Gil Blas" there is plenty of inn-talk.
And one evening Guilder came alone to his studio and found him lying on the lounge, his lank, muscular hands, still clay-stained, hanging inert to the floor above an evening paper fallen there. "Hello, Guilder," he said, without rising, as the big architect shambled loosely through the open doorway. "How are you, Drene?" "All right. It's hot." "There's not a breath of air.
He was going to finish them off by doing additional work on the rims and then carry them to Kandangan, where they would fetch about one guilder each. All were of the same shape, but had different designs, and he knew the meaning of these there was no doubt about it so I bought his entire stock, thirteen in number.
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