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"Alas, carissima mia, to-morra you sall haf all! But dis place is so remote." "It is not remote," said Minnie. "It's close by roads and villages and things. Why, here is Ethel; she has been in a village where there are houses, and people, and as many chairs as she wants." "Oh, mees, eef you will but wait an' be patient eef you will but wait an' see how tender I will be, an' how I lof you."
"Yes, sir." "Are you villing to take me for ein poarder? Oh! I shall pay ver' vell; I haf nine hundert vrancs of inkomm, und I haf not ver' long ter lif.... I shall gif no drouble vatefer.... I can eat onydings I only vant to shmoke mein bipe. Und you are der only von dat haf shed a tear for Bons, mit me; und so, I lof you."
"Yes, yes," replied de Marsay. "They dare to say that you are in love." "Dat is true," replied Nucingen piteously; "I am in lof for somebody I do not know." "You, in love, you? You are a coxcomb!" said the Chevalier d'Espard. "In lof, at my aje! I know dat is too ridiculous. But vat can I help it! Dat is so." "A woman of the world?" asked Lucien. "Nay," said de Marsay.
They took arms when they encountered the fog and went stumbling along together. "You are in lof," said Herr Lutz, breathlessly avoiding a lamp post. "Yes," said Peter, "I am." "Ah," said Herr Lutz giving Peter's arm a squeeze. "It is the only thing The Only Thing.... However it may be for you bad or ill whether she scold or smile, it is a most blessed state."
"Ya-as," said Peter gratefully, "dats yust it, missus, only, of course I couldn't say it like dat. I t'ank you, missus. Vell, den, I lof Edit' ever since I come here last fall, ver' much, yust like you lof Mr. Gray only, of course, you can't believe dat, missus." "Yes, I can," said Sylvia. "So I say," went on Peter, looking only at Sylvia now, "Edit' need you, but Mr. Gray, he need you, too.
"Him they make a Rabbi and give him the right of answering questions, and he know no more of Judaism," the patriotic poet paused to take a bite out of his ham-sandwich, "than a cow of Sunday. I lof his daughter and I tell him so and he tells me she lof another. But I haf held him up on the point of my pen to the contempt of posterity. I haf written an acrostic on him; it is terrible.
"Not so, by any means," the mistress said, and said it so quietly that some believed her; "I never was so much for that. Captain, you are a married man. But reason is reason, in the middle of us all, and what else should I say to my husband? Mary lass, Mary lof, wherever is your duty? The captain hath the best pot empty!" With a bright blush Mary sprang up to do her duty.
Dis my fust inderpendent comman', an' ef yer hadn't tole me dis I might a' los' all I gained. Be faithful, Zeb; keep yer eyes an' ears open, an' I'll take care ob yer. Now slip back, fer yer might be missed." "I got back to my lof' mighty sudden, an' I was jis' a-shakin' wid fear, for I beliebe dat Missy Roberta would a' killed me wid her own hands ef she'd knowed.
One day as she was settin' on the sofa she say, Mill, I reckon thar's a gunboat comin'; see de black smoke, an if they do come, I reckon they won't fin' that trunk o' money, an' ches' of silver plate you put up in the lof t'other day. Lookin' out for the boat, 'Yes that's a gunboat sure.
"My poor lad Willie," said the mistress of the house, returning with a courtesy the brave lieutenant's scrape, "I fear he hath the rheum again, overheating of himself after sungate." "Ay, ay, I forgot. He hath to heat himself in bed again, with the sun upon his coverlid. Mary lof, how many hours was ye up?"
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