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Richlun tat he shouldt come into teh offuss. He cumps in. 'Mr. Richlun, I sayss, sayss I to him, 'Mr. Richlun, I kot udt!" The baker shook his finger in Dr. Sevier's face. "'I kot udt, udt layst, Mr. Richlun! I yoost het a suspish'n sindts teh first tay fot I employedt you, ovver now I know I kot udt! Vell, sir, he yoost turnun so rate ass a flennen shirt! 'Mr.
Richlun," still addressing the Doctor as though he were his book-keeper, "'I yoost layin, on my pett effra nighdt effra nighdt, vi-i-ite ava-a-ake! undt in apowdt a veek I make udt owdt ut layst tot you, Mr. Richlun, I lookt um shtraight in te eye, undt he lookt me shtraight te same, 'tot, Mr. Richlun, you, sayss I, 'not dtose fellehs fot pin py mo sindts more ass fife yearss, put you, Mr.
One day, as the Doctor was walking along the street, a large hand grasped his elbow and gently arrested his steps. He turned. "Well, Reisen, is that you?" The baker answered with his wide smile. "Yes, Toctor, tat iss me, sure. You titn't tink udt iss Mr. Richlun, tit you?" "No. How is Richling?" "Vell, Mr. Richlun kitten along so-o-o-so-o-o.
"Bressently" then a long silence "effrapotty in my etsteplitchmendt" another long pause "hef yoost teh same ettechmendt to Mr. Richlun," another interval, "tey hef yoost tso much effection fur him" another silence "ass tey hef" another, with a smile this time "fur te teffle himpselluf!" An oven opened in the baker's face, and emitted a softly rattling expiration like that of a bursted bellows.
Richlun; teh next time I see um I make um aysk you. Vell, now, titn't I tunned udt?" He was happy. "Well, ask him," said the Doctor, and got away. "No fool is an utter fool," pondered the Doctor, as he went. Two friends had been kept long apart by the fear of each, lest he should seem to be setting up claims based on the past. It required a simpleton to bring them together.
He blew his cheeks out, and rose a half-inch off his heels in recollection of the mighty leap. "Ovver Mr. Richlun sayss, he sayss, 'Kip shtill, Mr. Reisen; undt I kibt shtill." The baker's auditor was gradually drawing him back toward the hospital gate; but he continued speaking: "Py undt py, vun tay, I kot someting to say to Mr. Richlun, yet. Undt I sendts vert to Mr.
I heff a tifficuldy to rigolict naymps. I yoost taught I voot trop in und trop a verte to you apowt Mr. Richlun, vot maypy you titn't herr udt before, yet." "Yes," said the Doctor, with ill-concealed contempt. "Well, speak it out, Mr. Reisen; time is precious." The German smiled and made a silly gesture of assent. "Yes, udt is brecious.
Richlun pin py my etsteplitchmendt, I tell you teh troot, Toctor Tseweer, I am yoost meckin' monneh haynd ofer fist!" He swung his chest forward again, drew in his lower regions, revolved his fists around each other for a moment, and then let them fall open at his sides, with the added assurance, "Now you kott teh ectsectly troot." The Doctor started away, but the baker detained him by a touch:
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