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"Mein Gott, den, vat a vool you bees for dat!" replied one of the most remarkable voices I ever heard.

"My boy," said the former aide to the great Frederick, with emphasis, "when you can work in the sun, why cling to the cold corner of a public hearth? Your brain will spin the faster for the fire underneath. You will write great words and be happy besides. Think of that. What a combination! Mein Gott!

"You shall judge between us," continued Paul Barr addressing me. "Which is better, the free undulation of self, or eternal tension?" "A fine antithesis," murmured Miss Kingsley. "Mein Gott! but it is not true, that free undulation of self. It deceives, it deludes: it is a what word is it I am seeking? a eh I have it, boomerang, a boomerang that plagues the inventor," said Mr. Fleisch.

"Och, mein Gott, es ist der Herr!" replied Benedict. "Och, what good fortune, that the Herr is the first person I meet at Compostella." Myself. I can scarcely believe my eyes. Do you mean to say that you have just arrived at this place? Benedict. Ow yes, I am this moment arrived. I have walked all the long way from Madrid. Myself. What motive could possibly bring you such a distance? Benedict.

And yes, I still sing 'aber hierathen ist nie mein Sinn! Business? oh, so so! A country doctor doesn't make a fortune, but he learns a power, if he isn't an idiot. Now here is enough about me, in all conscience. When you write, tell me about yourself, and what the other fellows are doing. After all, that is " Geoffrey came to the end of his paper, and paused to take a fresh sheet.

I will desist and spare details, which to you may be of little interest. In return, do me the favour to believe, that the being who impressed me then and for ever was beautiful, was lovely. "Ah! it wod be ver moch kindness if madame and ma'm'selle wod play la Marseillaise, la grande Marseillaise. What say mein liebe fraulein!" "Zoe, Zoe! take thy bandolin.

Jack made his way across the street to the store where he usually sold his copra. Bullets were pattering on the roof, and the trader himself, a portly German in gold spectacles, was palpitating in a bomb-proof. "I hope Mrs. Meyerfeld is well," said Jack, who in Samoa had grown punctilious. "Oh, mein Gott!" exclaimed Meyerfeld. "And the children? " inquired Jack, "Miss Hilda and Miss Theresa?"

Leonore's famous words, 'Nichts, nichts, mein Florestan, in particular, if spoken with a proper sense of their exquisite truth and beauty, sum up the passionate devotion of the true-hearted wife, and her overflowing happiness at the realisation of her dearest hopes, in a manner which for genuine pathos can scarcely be paralleled upon the operatic stage.

"Have I not been ill, corporal?" said Mr Vanslyperken, whose memory was impaired for the time. "Mein Gott! yes, mynheer." "There was something happened, was not there?" "Mein Gott! yes, mynheer." "I've had a fit; have I not?" "Mein Gott! yes, mynheer." "My head swims now; what was it, corporal?" "It was de ghost of de poy," replied the corporal.

Part of it had already been carried inside the tent. We followed it, and took our seats upon saddles, blankets, and packs. "Why, doctor," said Seguin, "you have proved yourself a perfect maitre de cuisine to-night. This is a supper for a Lucullus." "Ach! mein captain, ich have goet help; Meinherr Gode assist me most wonderful." "Well, Mr Haller and I will do full justice to your dishes.