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As he returned to his own quarters he debated telling Joyce of his encounter with the Id, deciding finally that he'd have to mention it since they'd all be traveling together, but omitting the Id's repetition of the previous warnings. He did not meet the Markovian, nor did he encounter the Id again in the waiting quarters.
Do you wand any hoods?" And he held up the leather in his hand: "Id's a beaudiful biece." I ordered several pairs. It was very long before they came but they were better than ever. One simply could not wear them out. And soon after that I went abroad. It was over a year before I was again in London. And the first shop I went to was my old friend's.
Do you wand any boods?" And he held up the leather in his hand: "Id's a beaudiful biece." I ordered several pairs. It was very long before they came but they were better than ever. One simply could not wear them out. And soon after that I went abroad. It was over a year before I was again in London. And the first shop I went to was my old friend's.
An oily Teutonic voice spoke just at his elbow: "Id's eight o'clock, I zee. We'd better go back und gif Taylor his speech, I guess." The young man turned. He happened to be standing just in front of the little cubby of a box-office. In it stood two men, one large and fat and blonde, the other short and stocky and dark.
His eyes remained respectfully almost fondly; that was the right word, Cameron thought curiously on Marthasa. While the Id was slender in build, the Markovian was taller and bulkier. His complexion was also dark, but not quite so much so as the Id's. He was dressed in loose, highly colored attire that gave Cameron an impression of an Oriental potentate of his own world.
"He is rooning mooch faster zan he vas could." "Id's zat leedle she-devil-child! She make 'im roon and roon all ze day!" cried the baron. "Ach, zo?" said the grand duke. "Alzo he is peenk guite peenk." The satisfaction in his tone had increased. He could hardly be called a fond parent, in the matter of Adalbert; he might more truly be said to bear with him.
"Not now, Tim," answered Phaddhy "not now; thank God, I'm not a poor man, an' he'll keep his temper. I'll warrant you the horsewhip won't be up now, although, afore this, I wouldn't say but it might though the poorest day I ever was, 'id's myself that wouldn't let priest or friar lay a horsewhip to my back, an' that you know, Tim."
"All the sabe," said the Prince, "id is a splid idfididive." Clarence pointed silently to the door. "And you doe id is," persisted the Prince. "And id's spoiled your big sbeech. Id " "Come on, can't you," interrupted Scout-Master Wagstaff. "I ab cubbing, aren't I? I was odly saying " "I'll give you such a whack over the shin with this hockey-stick in a minute!" said the Scout-Master warningly.
He came close to the castle wall and said: "It's time for your Highness to coom 'ome." His highness took no notice of him. In a louder tone the baron said: "Coom along, your Highness. Id's dime we go 'ome." His highness shot a savage glance at him out of the corner of his eye, hunched his shoulders, and went on digging.
"Id's stealing from our freunds, Yacob. Besides, if der oder heirs should go before der government mit der story. Vat den?" "Der oder heirs vill never get der chance, boys. Dey vill die mit der plague ha, ha! Sure! Dere von't be no oder heirs. Rasula says it must be so. Ve can'd vait, boys. It vill be years before der business is settled.
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