Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
I vish, mine Gott! t'ere be no more any vomens ut all, undt we haf t'e shiltern by mutchinery." On the outer steps I sprang with others to save a young girl, who had stumbled, from pitching headlong to the sidewalk. Once on her feet again, after a limp or two she walked away uninjured; but when I looked around for my real charge he was not in sight.
He waved me off. "Yes; go on, you; I coom py undt py; I dtink t'ere iss vun maud come into dot gardten, vhat I haf not pefore seen since more as acht years, alreadty!" "Yes," I retorted, "and so you're here at the gate alone. Now come right along with me! Aren't there enough lives in danger to-night, but you must" -He stopped me in the middle of the street. "Mine Gott! vhat iss dot you say?
"Yes, I think it would better be in private that is, if you can accomplish it in this bedlam." "Oh, I haf a place, monsieur, where no one will intrude," and Pelletan led the way through the hotel office to a little door back of the desk. "T'is iss my vat you call eet in English? my sty, my kennel " "Your den." "Iss t'ere a difference?" asked Pelletan, fumbling with the lock.
I do wish Hugh were at home; I am certain he would contrive to get it, and make it a present to me!" "Nein, nein, young lady," put in the pedlar, who, a little unceremoniously, had followed the girls into the room, though he knew, of course, precisely where he was coming; "dat might not be. Dat chain is der broperty of my son, t'ere, und I haf sworn it shalt only be gifen to his wife."
"But monsieur does not know does not understand. Tis all t'is iss my life; eet iss here t'at I liff not out t'ere," with a gesture of disgust toward the door. "I could no more liff wit'out t'is t'an wit'out my head!" Rushford, looking at him curiously, saw that he was in deadly earnest. "Really," he said, "you surprise me, Pelletan. I had never suspected in you such depth of soul."
Now let's run over this schedule of prices," and he turned to Pelletan's carefully prepared statement. "Fery well, monsieur." "I see you have two apartments de luxe at one hundred francs a day. Hereafter they will be two hundred francs." Pelletan gasped. "From t'at, off course, t'ere will be a tiscount?" he stammered. "Not a cent; not the tenth of a cent. Two hundred francs net."
But his cries availed nothing; and so losing all patience, he raised up his head, and, looking at the enemy, called to them: "Oh, now, t'ere! quit t'at tam nonsense, will you?" The boat was, finally, saved, with all on board, except the young man and the horses.
"Yes, yes," he said, in a cheerful tone, "our folks is seen some mighty quare doin's sence the war; but times is a-gittin' a long ways better now." "Better, hell!" exclaimed Sid Parmalee. What he would have said further no one can know, for the voluminous voice of Cohen broke in "Tlook ow-ut, t'ere, Sid! tlook ow-ut! t'at pad man kedge you!"
T'ere Weissmann is right, v'atefer doubters may say. You know t'e t'eory. T'e blacksmit's muscles are not transmitted to his son t'e clerk; but t'e black hair t'at he got from his fat'er. Only after fery many generations of blacksmit's could a boy be born who vould grow up as a clerk vit' blacksmit' muscles. Efolution shapes t'e vorld, yes; but t'e process is so slow, so slow!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking