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I have roused your passions," cried she, as Schmucke's eyes glittered with wrath. "Help! help! police!" "You are a stoopid!" said the German. "Look here, vat tid de toctor say?" "You are a ruffian to treat me so," wept La Cibot, now released, "me that would go through fire and water for you both! Ah! well, well, they say that that is the way with men and true it is!
I am a boet, and a creat boet; but I haf no lankwage. My Vrench is Cherman, and my Cherman is Vrench, ant my Enklish is Alsatian. My normal demperadure is fever heat. I am a toctor; I am a zoldier. I haf peen a creat agdor in garagder bards Alsatian garagder bards in Vrance and in Chermany. I can write a blay, ant I can stage id, ant I can baint the scenery for id.
Upon my wort, toctor, observed Major Hartmann, with a roguish roll of his little black eyes, but with every other feature of his face in a state of perfect rest, put you have a very pretty pocket-book of tools tere, and your toctor-stuff glitters as if it was petter for ter eyes as for ter pelly.
His conviviality engaged them so much, that they seemed eager to shew their attention to him, and vied with each other in crying out, with a strong Celtick pronunciation, 'Toctor Shonson, Toctor Shonson, your health! This evening one of our married ladies, a lively pretty little woman, good-humouredly sat down upon Dr.
"Toctor!" screamed Hans. "Will yez get away fram thot dure, so Oi can open it?" "Ged avay dot toor from mineself!" flung back the Dutch boy. "I ged me to dot toor first, und I peen der first von oud!" "Oh, ye will, will yez! We'll see about thot!" Biff! smack! thud! thump!
"Do you wish to see me?" asked Dr. Sevier. The German made an odd gesture of deferential assent, lifting one open hand a little in front of him to the level of his face, with the wrist bent forward and the fingers pointing down. "Uf you bleace, Toctor, I toose; undt tat's te fust time I effer tit vanted a toctor.
Undt uff he iss onnust he iss a berfect tressure, undt uff he aint a berfect tressure," he smiled anew and tendered his capacious hat to his listener, "you yoost kin take tiss, Toctor, undt kip udt undt vare udt! Toctor, I vish you a merrah Chris'mus!" The merry day went by. The new year, 1858, set in. Everything gathered momentum. There was a panic and a crash.
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