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I reached out my hand and patted him, at the same time giving utterance to some expressions of endearment. "Oh, mamma! mamma! he knows him. Voila." The lady rose hastily, and approached the bed. The German seized me by the wrist, pushing back the Saint Bernard, which was bounding to spring upward. "Mon Dieu! he is well. His eyes, doctor. How changed!" "Ya, ya; moch better; ver moch better.
The Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg, as I have said, had a warm heart. He was, besides, alone in one hundred and twenty square miles of strangers and foreigners when he had happened upon this congenial spirit. He began in a tone of the most ingenuous friendliness— “I haf no friends here. My introdogtions zey are gone. Bot I haf moch money, and I vish a, vat you say?—showman, ha, ha, ha!
"So I not go crazy wit' t'inking about it." Garth was glad he had told her. Rina stood studying him with her strange and secret air. "You love her ver' moch," she said suddenly, pointing to Natalie. Garth bent over the sleeping figure in a way that answered her better than words. "I t'ink she love you too," said Rina gravely. "When I 'urt her, she try not to cry because it 'urt you so bad."
Cadging for chow, does one acquire merit?" retorted Heywood, over his shoulder. "You talk like a bonze, Wutz." He winked. "I'd rather hear the sing-song box." "Ach so, I forget!" Still whimpering, Wutzler dragged something from a corner, squatted, and jerked at a crank, with a noise of ratchets. "She blay not so moch now," he snuffled.
We have read our share of Italian travels, both in prose and verse, but, as the nicely discriminating Dutchman found that "too moch brahndee was too moch, but too moch lager-beer was jost hright," so we are inclined to say that too much Italy is just what we want.
"Zat is not true about my dogs," he replied, "but I do confess my life is vary dignified. So moch is expected of a Blitzenberg. Oh, ja, zere is moch state and ceremony." "And you seem to thrive on it." "Vell, it does not destroy ze appetite," the Baron admitted; "and it is my duty so to live at Fogelschloss, and I alvays vish to do my duty. But, ach, sometimes I do vant to kick ze trace!"
Twelve mile and snow deep some place. Moch cole as freeze you quick when tired." "Then what's to be done?" asked Madge, entering the house again, followed by the child. "I think I ought to try to get to Carcajou." "Please don't," said the man, hoarsely, looking as if he had awakened suddenly, and lifting himself up on one elbow painfully.
"Plenty more shells in my pocket." "Did you hear any talk?" asked Ambrose. "Are they coming over here?" "Talk no sense," said Tole. "Only yell. It is moch bad. They got whisky." "Whisky!" echoed Ambrose, aghast. "A big jug. It was in the store." Ambrose's heart sank. "Come," he said grimly. As Ambrose and Tole started in the gate they were hailed from the dark doorway under the porch.
The kitchen was a little out-house, not unlike a gigantic dog-kennel, separated by a space of six feet or so from the principal dwelling. Opening its door, Le Rue entered with a heavy heart, supposing that he should have to eat his supper in dreary solitude, "not dat I cares moch for dat," thought he, as he raised the latch, "for I's accostomed to solitairness; but ah! ven I tinks of "
Hugh? might he be at hand, or might he not?" "No; he's in Europe; that is to say, in Hengland." John thought England covered most of Europe, though he had long gotten over his wish to return. "Mr. Hugh and Mr. Roger be both habsent from the country, just now." "Dat ist unfortunate, for dey dells me dere might be moch troobles here abouts, and Injin-acting."
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