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"Ach, mein Gott! how haf I offended against Hefn?" cried the innocent Schmucke. "There is a good deal of talk about you in the house," said La Sauvage.
To know de tepths of sorrow, to cry mit tears of blood, to mount up in der hefn dat is mein lot! I shall not lif after Bons " "Gracious! I am sure you won't, you are killing yourself. Listen, pet!" "Bet?" "Very well, my sonny " "Zonny?" "My lamb, then, if you like it better." "It is not more clear."
"But he will remain as he is after embalming for all eternity. The operation is over in a few seconds. Just an incision in the carotid artery and an injection. But it is high time; if you wait one single quarter of an hour, sir, you will not have the sweet satisfaction of preserving the body...." "Go to der teufel!... Bons is ein spirit und dat spirit is in hefn."
"Have you a black coat?" he continued, noticing Schmucke's costume. "I am all in plack insite!" poor Schmucke replied in heartrending tones; "so plack it is dot I feel death in me. . . . Gott in hefn is going to haf pity upon me; He vill send me to mein friend in der grafe, und I dank Him for it " He clasped his hands.
"Have you a black coat?" he continued, noticing Schmucke's costume. "I am all in plack insite!" poor Schmucke replied in heartrending tones; "so plack it is dot I feel death in me.... Gott in hefn is going to haf pity upon me; He vill send me to mein friend in der grafe, und I dank Him for it " He clasped his hands.
"But he will remain as he is after embalming for all eternity. The operation is over in a few seconds. Just an incision in the carotid artery and an injection. But it is high time; if you wait one single quarter of an hour, sir, you will not have the sweet satisfaction of preserving the body. . . ." "Go to der teufel! . . . Bons is ein spirit und dat spirit is in hefn."
"Ach, mein Gott! how haf I offended against Hefn?" cried the innocent Schmucke. "There is a good deal of talk about you in the house," said La Sauvage.
To know de tepths of sorrow, to cry mit tears of blood, to mount up in der hefn dat is mein lot! I shall not lif after Bons " "Gracious! I am sure you won't, you are killing yourself. Listen, pet!" "Bet?" "Very well, my sonny " "Zonny?" "My lamb, then, if you like it better." "It is not more clear."
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