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And den, as I go, one says to me, "Come in here;" and I come in and not care, till I hear many tell vat dey vere, and I say, "I vill vait a leetle longer: I cannot steal now." And now vork has come, and if God help me I shall never steal again. "I stood up den. I said loud, 'I haf nefer steal. I belief in God, but now how shall I? My heart's dearest, dey starve, dey die before me.
"Missa Vellam say not for vait no longer, Mademoiselle! She aw' right. She say t'ank you now for to go home!" Eleanor rose with a shuddering sigh "Come then, Calamity," she said. Wayland walked with her to the ranch house, the old half-breed woman pattering behind. The gray dawn-light lay on the river mistily. At the gate, she turned. "Has Mr. Matthews come back yet, Calamity?"
Carl sat in the chair watching his prisoner, and soon saw Farley's chest heaving regularly and heard his deep breathing as he slept. Then things seemed to waver and fade away. Carl started up at hearing some one beating on the door, and sat rubbing his eyes. It was broad daylight. "All right, I'll get up pooty soon yet. Is preakfast retty?" "Here, open the door. This is Ted." "Vait a minute."
"You'll haf to put on varm tings if you goin' all de vay to Roaring Rifer Falls." "I'm afraid I have nothing warmer than this," the girl faltered. "I I didn't know it was so very cold here. And and I'm nicely warmed up now, and perhaps I won't feel it so very much." "You stay right here an' vait for me," he told her, and went out of the waiting-room, hurriedly. But he opened the door again.
"Come on, Geoff, Aaron's talking in his sleep! Come on, we'll go on to Mendelbaum's; see we want shirts, an' ties, an' socks, an' collars, an' " Salesman. "Vait vait! Mendelbaum's a grafter vait! I got th' best selection of socks an' ties on Ninth Av'noo, an' here's a neglegee shirt with turnover cuffs an' only fifty cents. But at Mendelbaum's or on Broadvay " In this way Mr.
"Vell, jes' ye vait a minute, han hi'll show ye 'ow hi kin take hup things han put 'em down hag'in hout o' my vay," and before Mrs. Mumpson could interfere, she found herself lifted, chair and all bodily, and carried to the parlor. Between trepidation and anger, she could only gasp during the transit, and when left in the middle of the parlor floor she looked around in utter bewilderment.
Now comes Spencer, my Oneida, mit a pelt, who svears to me dot Brant und Butler an ambuscade haff made for me. Vat I do? Eh? I vait for dot sortie? Gewiss!" He waved his short pipe. "For vy am I an ass to march me py dot ambuscade? Such a foolishness iss dot talk! I stay me py Oriskany till I dem cannon hear."
"Besser you vait und see vot comes of dis," said Hans, and after a little more talk this idea prevailed, and then the boys went in to clear up what was left of the feast. Everything was gone but a little ice-cream, and it did not take long to dispose of this.
"No," interposes the Baron, with a fatherly decision; "you vill haf supper soon, and I haf order tortillas. Mine vill be better. Vait leedle." Really, the Baron has quite taken me in hand, I think, half amused.
I haf give him all direction he vill take gude care off you and you vill reach San Miguel in gude time, as I promeese." "But when are you coming?" I say. "I come not back to San Miguel." He speaks to Mrs. Steele and does not meet my look. "I haf telegraph to Panama for my yacht. I vill vait here till she come." "But I don't understand, Baron; this is very sudden, isn't it?" Mrs.
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