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He was certain of winning the president, Petersen, for his purpose, if only he could find him out of bed; he himself had in his time worked for wholesale shoemakers, and hated them like the plague. It was said that Petersen had worked out a clever little invention a patent button for ladies' boots which he had taken to Meyer, as he himself did not know how to exploit it.
Hyde's shaking fingers that which caused him to drop the prostrate victim as if he were a rattlesnake. "God'l'mighty!" exclaimed the rescuer. He retreated hurriedly whence he had come. Bill rose and dusted himself off, then he bent over Petersen, who was stirring. "Just give her that billy-ducks and tell her it's all right. Tell her I say you won't hurt her none."
We cannot give poor Matty back her beautiful hair; and if you vex those dreadful people, it will only put fresh difficulties in the way of persuading them to give up the children." "I tell dem my mi-int," persisted Mrs. Petersen; but finally she was persuaded to listen to reason and to satisfy herself with relieving her "mi-int." My idea had been to induce Mrs. Petersen and Johnny or Mrs.
When the next boat came down the river, Peter Petersen, in his little blue uniform, marched aboard. He thought he might overtake the soldiers, but the boatmen put him ashore again. He stood gazing after the boat, not knowing what to do or where to go. There stood on the bank that day a Norwegian. He was a guest at the Norwegian hotel in the town.
Petersen. spoke with enthusiasm. "Well, bring her along when you come. Me 'n' the little Doc will settle." "Dat's good yob for me, all right. Vot mak' you tank she'll come? Aye ask her plenty tams, but she ant like me." "You slip her this billy-ducks and she'll come." Petersen pocketed the letter which Bill handed him; his eyes brightened; the flush in his face deepened.
Petersen's mark, but that this deed had not been recorded until July 3, 1899, eleven years after the loss of the Geiser. The writer busied himself with finding some one who had known Mrs. Petersen, and by an odd coincidence discovered a woman living in the Bronx who had been an intimate friend and playmate of the little Petersen girl.
The Attorney-General guessed that the Petersen property had all escheated to the State, the Swedish Government sent a deputy to make inquiries, the Norwegian Government was sure that he was a Norwegian, and the Danish that he was a Dane. No one knows yet who is the real owner, and there are half a dozen heirs squatting on every corner of it.
"No, I do not think we shall have time for that!" put in the banker, hastily. "And now we must leave you and Captain Petersen to settle your meeting-place. You have your charts?" By way of response the captain produced from his pocket sundry folded papers, which he laid tenderly on the table.
And Captain Petersen replied that he was "Vair pleased." "The cargo is to be transshipped at sea, out of sight of land or lightship. But that we can safely leave to you, Captain Cable." "I don't deny," replied the mariner, who was measuring Captain Petersen out of the corner of his eye, "that I have been there before."
"A lean, wiry, black-looking man-spawn of the Pool of London, emerged. "'What's the matter? "Why did you call Petersen a ? she asked pleasantly and word-perfect. "'Cos he is one. "'He isn't, said Liosha. 'He's a very nice man. And so are you. And you both fought fine; I was looking on, and I was mad not to see the end of it. But Mr. Andrews doesn't like fighting.
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