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As for my uncle Ro, he was disposed to pursue the subject with Miller, who turned out to be a discreet and conscientious man. After a very short pause, as if to reflect on what had been said, he resumed the discourse. "Vhat, den, makes arisdograts in dis coontry?" asked my uncle.
Don't you think this the greatest country on airth, and the most lawful?" "Vell, I don'ts know. Das coontry ist das coontry, and it ist vhat it ist, you might see." "Yes; I thought you would be of my way of thinking, when we got to understand each other."
But vhat vould you haf? Here am I, Carl Koenig! I speak ver' bad de Englisch, but I know ver' goot to teach music. I vill teach you same like I teach oder ladies who pay me many dollare. Do you know vhat I am?" Yes, she knew what he was he was the organist at All Saints', Belgravia. "Pooh! I am a composer as veil. I write songs, and all your countrymen and countryvomen sing dem.
It is hard to say whether the shriek of Pollyooly or the terrific bellow of his august sire was the sharper spur to the prince's legs; but he saved the rounder. "Sblendid! 'e did not roon like an ox," said the grand duke almost proudly. "Vhat did you write vas ze name of zat leedle anchel?"
"New tribe," he said, after regarding us for half a minute intently; "what you call him where he come from?" "Ja, ja das ist der anti-rent redskins. Haf you seen 'em, Trackless?" "Sartain; come to see me face in bag behave like squaw; poor Injin poor warrior!" "Yees, I believes dat ist true enough. I can't bear soch Injin! might not be soch Injin in world. Vhat you call 'em, eh?"
Where were you when I was in your room just now?" His shoes were on. "Vhat you vanted mit me? I vas by dot librair' going. For vhat you moof dot putterfly-net fon t'e mandtelpiece? You make me too much troubple to find dot vhen I vas in a hurry!" He shook it at me. "Hurry!" In my anger and distress I laughed. "My friend" laying a hand on him "you'll hurry across the street with me."
Stefan, returning, was hailed at the door of the store by Sophy McGurn. "Who's the strange lady, Stefan?" she asked, most innocently. "It's a leddy vhat is expectin' Hugo Ennis," he answered. "How queer!" said the girl, airily. "Ay dunno," answered the Swede. "Vhen Hugo he do a thing it ain't nefer qveer, Ay tank." She turned away and Stefan stepped over to the depot and opened the door.
I yoost finds my feet on de bottom vhen he keels ofer, like dead, vid de cold and de playin' out. So I takes him in my arms and runs in. I had matches in my screw-box but my fingers vos dat froze I couldn't get 'em out first. But I manages make a fire, by an' by, and I rubs de life back into him again. And and you know vhat is first ting he say vhen he vake up?" Madge shook her head.
"Und der batroons und der landlordts wants to haf der law changet, so dat dey may be excuset from baying der debts accordin' to der bargains, und to gif dem atfantages over der poor tenants?" "I never heard anything of the sort, and don't believe they want any such change." "Of vhat, den, dost der beople complain?"
As Glory returned upstairs she heard stammerings, sputterings, and swearings behind her about managers, engagements, announcements, geniuses, children, and other matters. Back in her room she lay down on the floor, with her face in her hands, and sobbed. Then Koenig appeared, panting and saying: "Dere! I knew vhat vould happen! Here's a pretty ting! And dat's vhy Mr.
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