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Updated: May 13, 2025
"What kind of a limit suits you?" "Anything from five cents to the sky," was the laughing reply. "Fix it to suit yourselves." Once more Gage and Snell exchanged glances. Bart stuck for a moderate limit, but he finally agreed to make it a dollar, the ante being five cents. "Vell, uf I had pad luck, I don'd last long at dot," said Hans. "I don'd haf more as four tollars und sefen cends."
"Well, you may think what you like, but you may see some of our winter centipedes some time, and then it is possible you will feel that you owe me an apology." "Vot does cendibedes look like, ain't it?" "They have long, leg-like claws, and are covered with hard shells." "Und dey pite?" "Well, I should say so." "Put, vy vos some beoples afrait dose cendibedes uf to go to ped? You tole me dot."
"After the pilot was gone I says tull the mate: 'Uf you dunna know onythun', old mon, for Heaven's sake keep your mouth shut. "'But ye dud smash thot lighter, dudn't ye? says he. "'Uf we dud, says I, 'ut's no your buzz'ness tull be tellun' the pilot though, mind ye, I'm no admuttun' there was ony lighter.
"'No, ut dud not, says he, 'but ut was a clear night wuth the moon a-showun'. "'Ye seem tull know your buzz'ness, says I. 'But let me tell ye thot I know my buzz'ness uz well, an' thot I'm no a-lookun' for lighters wuthout lights. Uf ye thunk ye hov a case, go ahead. The steward will show ye out. Guid day. "An' thot was the end o' ut. But ut wull show ye what a puir fellow thot mate was.
"Vait a moment," commanded Hans, waving his hand frantically at Barney. "I vos goin' to gif dot feller a shance to safe his life. Uf he vants to abologize now I vont shood him drough der heart mit a pullet." "Hurry up this business!" blustered Ephraim, waving the big pistol.
"Bud I don'd like dot peesness uf sdanding oop to be shod ad mit a pullet oudt uf a bistol. Somepody mighd ged hurt, ain'd id?" "Oh, there's no danger that you'll get hurt any more than to have a bullet through your head." "Vot vos dot?" gurgled Hans. "A pullet drough mein headt. Shimminy Gristmas! Uf dot don'd vas pad enough, vot you vant? Oxcuse me!"
He shall print him, den million copies, send him de vorlt ofer, in all der lankviches, to all der peoples. Dink uf dot! You shall be great Anarchist as I. Ve go down mit fame togedder!" He paused for Mr. O'Royster's reply, trembling with fanatical excitement. The reply was somewhat slow in coming. Mr. O'Royster, when his companion began to talk, had leaned his head on his arm and closed his eyes.
Here was the regulation swallow-tail coat and trousers of green, the striped red vest, and the polished brass buttons; but the man inside was too much for him. "Diable! you luke right. But, no, I can not explain. Eet ees on zee tongue, but eet rayfuse. Ha! I haf eet! You lack vot zay call zee real. You make me t'ink uf zee sairvant on zee stage, somet'ing bettair off; eh?"
'Come along ter the quayside ternight at twelve o'clock. There's a bit uf loadin' up ter be done, an' only a few uv the men are required. I don't choose none wot I don't cotton to. 'You'll cotton ter me all right, matey, I ses, with a sort uv a larf that seemed ter tickle 'im. 'I'm as close as the devil 'imself.
There was something not unpleasant even in lying on the hard floor, since he had chosen to do it for some one else's sake. After the lamp was out he lay for a while, listening to her breathing. Then at last: "Louise." "Yes?" "Is your father was his name Hagen?" "Yes. It says so on the certificate." "Then you're Froken Hagen. Sounds quite fine, doesn't it?" "Uf! Now you're making fun of me."
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