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Updated: May 13, 2025
Ah, ze leettle ones, zay will go craze for joy; ze baron he will geef no more eyes to ze wife who is losing her shape, and all ze officairs, zay will say, 'Gott! How I lofe children! Mais, I will not angree be, but kiss you so, and so, and so. And to all will I say, 'Voila, deet efer woman haf such a frent for herself and such a second mutter for her children?"
And then, as if something had given way within him, he spoke long and bitterly. It was the only time I ever heard him discuss the conditions and hardships of his trade. "Dey get id all," he said, "dey get id by adverdisement, nod by work. Dey dake it away from us, who lofe our boods. Id gomes to this bresently I haf no work. Every year id gets less you will see."
Suddenly the poor girl sank backward, her head falling heavily upon his supporting arm, a peculiar shudder twitching her slender form. "Mercedes!" he cried in alarm. "Si, señor," the black eyes still wide open, but her words scarcely audible. "Eet is so hard to see you; maybe de stars hide behin' de cloud, but, but I lofe " "Yes, y-yes, I kn-know."
Esther and her elderly lover retired to the bedroom, Louchard finding it necessary to apply his ear to the keyhole. "I lofe you more as my life, Esther; but vy gife to your creditors moneys vich shall be so much better in your pocket? Go into prison. I shall undertake to buy up dose hundert tousant crowns for ein hundert tousant francs, an' so you shall hafe two hundert tousant francs for you "
You know the doctor who poisoned his friend? He wanted the money to gratify a woman." "Ja, I know all dat. But if I am in lofe, I am not ein idiot, at least vile I am here; but if I shall see her, I shall gife her my pocket-book " "Well, listen Monsieur le Baron," said Asie, assuming the attitude of a Semiramis. "You have been squeezed dry enough already.
Maybe I not such good voman like you tink me; maybe I cross, scold, get qvick mad; maybe I no like live widout de stage, de lights, de dance, an' de fun, hey? Vat you do den? You be ver' sorry you marry. I no like dat, no, no. I want de man to lofe me always nevah to vish he not marry me. You not know me yet; I not know you. Maybe ve vait, ve know."
He shuddered slightly, but recovered himself and fell on his knees before her. "I lofe you," he said madly. "I have always lofed you!" "For how long?" she asked, with a strange smile. He covertly consulted his shirt cuff. "For tree tousand fife hundred and sixty-two years," he said rapidly. She looked at him disdainfully. "The doctor has been putting you up to that! It won't wash!
He is a bad man so weeked a Don Juan for making lofe to the ladies. He lounge in the garden, he smoke his cigarette, he twist the moustache so! One day he came in, and he laugh and wink so and say, 'Oh, the weeked, sly Don Gregorio!
The little flower will come too, the little star will arrive, but Consuelo, who lofe you, she will come not more! "When you are happy and talk in the road to the Essmith, you will not think of me.
I make mysef a traidor, and now it haf come to this! "Where are my friends?" continued Rita. "Gone! fled! dead! They sall haunt me their ghosts they sall call for venganza; and I haf make mysef a traidor to the friends that lofe me an' was kind! See me, what I am! You haf make me to this you! you! you! What! do you think I sall let you turn false to me? No! nevaire!
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