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So I couldn't to lay no more, so I puts me on mit mine clothes some more, und I goes by the street, the while peoples is there, und I needs I shall see peoples. So I sets by the curb, und mine heart it go und it go so I couldn't to feel how it go in mine inside. Und I thinks on my mamma, how I seen her mit bandages on the face, und mine heart it goes some more.
Janet scarcely heard him as she tore open the envelope. "Dear Janet," the letter ran. "The doctor told me I had a false alarm, there was nothing to it. Wouldn't that jar you? Boston's a slow burg, and there's no use of my staying here now. I'm going to New York, and maybe I'll come back when I've had a look at the great white way. I've got the coin, and I gave him the mit to-night.
O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? He doth rest anon. THE MOTH: I'm a tiny tiny thing Ever flying in the spring Round and round a ringaring. Long ago I was a king Now I do this kind of thing On the wing, on the wing! Bing! He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero.
Ach, dot poor lettle Miss Johnsy." "She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old old flibbertigibbet." "You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you.
First published in 1830, with a Vorerinnerung by Von Humboldt. Schillers Briefwechsel mit Koerner, herausgegeben von K. Goedeke, Leipzig, 1874; also a later edition by L. Geiger, Stuttgart, 1893. The correspondence was first published in 1847 and soon after translated into English by Simpson, 3 vols., London, 1849.
"What time?" "It vas Sunday morning I seen heem, talkin' mit her." "With whom was he talking?" "Oh, he talk mit Ballards' girl Mees Betty. Down by der spring house I seen heem go, und he kiss her plenty I seen heem." "You are sure it was the prisoner you saw? You are sure it was not Peter Craigmile, Jr.?" "Sure it vas heem I saw. Craikmile's son, he vas lame, und valk by der crutch all time.
"Some folks gits dere eye-tooths en doan git nuthin' wid 'em," Zany remarked nonchalantly. "I'se 'mit dough dat you comin' on, Chunk. W'en you gits growed up you'se be right smart." "I doan min' de foolishness ob yo' talk, Zany," Chunk replied coolly, between his huge mouthfuls. "Dat's in you, en you kyant he'p hit any mo'n a crow cawin'. I'se allus mek 'lowance fer dat.
Ven you are tired, here are springbok and antelopes, and you can shoot mit your rifles, and ve vil cook them, and you shall zing us zongs of Vaderland." They thanked him heartily, and said they would stay a few days, at all events. The placid Boer went a-farming; and the pair shouldered their pick and shovel, and worked on their heap all day, and found a number of pretty stones, but no diamond.
He became so excited that he threw down his sword, and rushed among the Rebels with his bare fists, knocking down a swath of them. He yelled to the first Rebel he met: "Py Gott, I've no patience mit you, and knocked him sprawling. He caught hold of the commander of the Rebel Brigade, and snatched him back over the works by main strength.
Possibly he was scant of breath at the time. "Now, Penchamin, vat you do mit yourself? Get so hot as a fire brick dat ish no goot," was Jacob's plaintive comment. "Nonsense!" answered Ben. "This frosty air will cool me soon enough. I am not tired." "You are beaten, though, my boy," said Lambert in English, "and fairly too. How will it be, I wonder, on the day of the grand race?"
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