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"Not come back any more?" inquired Tansey. "No; not leave leeve; the not-to-die." "I would call that," said Tansey, "a snap." Torres leaned his elbows upon the table, swallowed a mouthful of smoke, and spake each word being projected in a little puff of gray. "How old do you theenk I am, Meester Tansee?" "Oh, twenty-eight or thirty." "Thees day," said the Mexican, "ees my birthday.
She brought everything meat, jelly, wine, and bread a whole basketful! Then the meester sent a man from town with more wine and a fine bed and blankets for the father. Oh! he will get well now. God bless them!" "God bless them!" echoed Hans, and for the first time that day his eyes filled with tears. The Father's Return
"By Got, Meester Tarleton, you are as goot a judge of de talents for de war as Count Tevereux of de genie for de painting! Meester Tarleton, I vill paint your picture, and I vill make your eyes von goot inch bigger than dey are!"
He even leaned his head against her shoulder. "The meester awaits an answer," he whispered. Dame Brinker had long been head of her house in every sense. Many a time she had been very stern with Hans, ruling him with a strong hand and rejoicing in her motherly discipline. NOW she felt so weak, so helpless. It was something to feel that firm embrace.
In that second the bear came down from the window and thundered at the door, but Mike was too agile an Indian to have that door open, and before the bear could get his nose through the crack, the door slammed shut again, and Mr. Starr was stationed there to hold it. "Meester Don an' Doot, say, 'Keep bear live for park," explained Mike, waiting orders from the bosses.
Behind him, at a table near the pool-room door, the law planned ways and means in a slinking undertone. "You keep in the background, Joe. Let us do the talking. Foy just naturally despises you we might not get him to stay the fifteen minutes out. You stay back there. Remember now, don't shoot till Ben lets him get his arm loose. Sabe?" "Maybe Meester Ben don't find heem." "Oh, yes, he will.
The meester is there. He sent me away!" Hilda was puzzled, but she wisely forebore to ask at present for an explanation. "Very well, Gretel, try to walk faster. I saw you upon the mound, some time ago, but I thought you were playing. That is right, keep moving."
This is Mr Railsford, the new Master of the Shell, monsieur." Monsieur shrugged himself ceremoniously. He had a big moustache, which curled up in an enigmatical way when he smiled; and Railsford was at a loss whether to like him or dislike him. "We shall be friends, Meester Railsford, I hope," said the foreigner; "I have much to do wiz ze young gentlemen of the Sell.
"Bad lies will be told of you at the masters' meeting to-night," said the Frenchman, "but take courage, mon ami, I shall be there." "Have you any idea what the lies are to be?" asked Railsford, who perhaps was not as jubilant as he might have been at this last cheering promise. "Meester Beekaire, so I have heard, desires to accuse you of having assaulted him. It is absurd.
"Do little Paul a mischief!" ejaculated Dummie; "vy, I've known the cull ever since he was that high! No, but I vants to do him a great sarvice, Meester Pepper, and myself too, and you to boot, for aught that I know, Meester Pepper." "Humph!" said Ned, "humph! what do you mean?
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