Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
"Montame du Fal-Noble tolt me you shall have some iteas," said Nucingen, scrutinizing Peyrade. "Ah, this is what I wanted to hear," said du Tillet to Rastignac; "the two talking gibberish together." "You will see, they will understand each other at last," said Bixiou, guessing what du Tillet had said to Rastignac.
"Calm yourself, Bons," exclaimed Schmucke; "ve haf in Zipod ein panker " "Do not speak of it, my lamb. You are our children, both of you," cried La Cibot. "Our savings will be well invested; you are safer than the Bank. So long as we have a morsel of bread, half of it is yours. It is not worth mentioning " "Boor Montame Zipod!" said Schmucke, and he went. Pons said nothing.
"What shall we do without her?" they said, as they looked at each other; but Pons was so plainly the worse for his escapade, that Schmucke did not dare to scold him. "Gonfounded pric-a-prac! I would sooner purn dem dan loose mein friend!" he cried, when Pons told him of the cause of the accident. "To suspect Montame Zipod, dot lend us her safings! It is not goot; but it is der illness "
"Montame Zipod, you irritate him!" cried Schmucke, seeing that Pons was writhing under the bedclothes. "You hold your tongue too! You are a pair of old libertines. If you were ugly, it don't make no difference; there was never so ugly a saucepan-lid but it found a pot to match, as the saying is.
"Montemoiselle," he answered, with the sublime smile of those who think no evil, "ve haf Montame Zipod, ein dreasure, montemoiselle, ein bearl! Bons is nursed like ein brince." So while Schmucke trotted about the streets, La Cibot was mistress of the house and ruled the invalid.
"Lord love you," said she, "for three francs and wine extra I can give you both such a dinner every day that you will be ready to lick the plates as clean as if they were washed." "It is a fact," Schmucke remarked, "dat die dinners dat Montame Zipod cooks for me are better as de messes dey eat at der royal dable!"
"Montame Zipod, you irritate him!" cried Schmucke, seeing that Pons was writhing under the bedclothes. "You hold your tongue too! You are a pair of old libertines. If you were ugly, it don't make no difference; there was never so ugly a saucepan-lid but it found a pot to match, as the saying is.
Struck with one of those happy inspirations which only enlighten a friend's heart, he marched up to the portress and drew her out to the stairhead. "Montame Zipod," he said, "der goot Pons is fond of goot dings; shoost go rount to der Catran Pleu und order a dainty liddle tinner, mit anjovies und maggaroni. Ein tinner for Lugullus, in vact." "What is that?" inquired La Cibot.
"We haf receifed nodings," said Schmucke; "und gif I komm to you, it ees because I am in der shtreet, und haf not ein benny. How did you send us der bonus?" "By your portress." "By Montame Zipod!" exclaimed Schmucke. "She killed Bons, she robbed him, she sold him she tried to purn his vill she is a pad creature, a monster!"
"He nearly died chust now," said Schmucke, with deep sorrow in his voice. "M. Trognon lives near by in the Rue Saint-Louis," said M. Jolivard, "he is the notary of the quarter." "Would you like me to go for him?" asked Remonencq. "I should pe fery glad," said Schmucke; "for gif Montame Zipod cannot pe mit mine vriend, I shall not vish to leaf him in der shtate he is in " "Mme.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking