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"Oh!" shrieked the girls, and then everybody but Hans set up a laugh. The German youth looked suspiciously out from under the table. "Vot's der madder did he go off?" he questioned. "Yes, he did, Hans," answered Grace. "It was nothing but a cracker full of colored paper instead of powder." "Is dot so?" Hans got up and looked around. "Vell, I neffer!
Gosh! how I hiked for this place! I don't know what I'd done if I'd lost you!" "Vot's de row?" Churn asked cheerfully, speaking with a slight and rather agreeable foreign accent. He poured himself a tumblerful of the deep-coloured red wine, and drank as if it were water. "Say, Churn, a big thing's happened. I can't tell you here." "You want I take you to de hotel?" "No! I'm never goin' back there.
But pull hout yer pipe an' vot's on yer mind, Billy?" Mr. O'Fake was standing with his back against the door, his arms folded, his hat on the side of his head, and an ominous expression on his face. "Have ye seen the marnin' papers, Runty?" he inquired. "Papers, Billy, papers? Vot do I vant wid the papers. No, Billy, I shuns 'em.
Glory found this person in a fur-lined coat and an opera hat, sitting in a room which was papered with photographs, chiefly of the nude and the semi-nude, intermingled with sheafs of playbills that hung from the walls like ballads, from the board of the balladmonger. "Vell, vot's yer line?" he asked. Glory answered nervously and indefinitely. "Vot can you do then?"
When the man tumbled out of his bunk, in a hurry to take his watch on deck, he could not understand the reason why he could not put on his garment. "Vot's der madder?" he exclaimed, struggling with the sleeves. "Der vitches haf been at vork! I am bevitched!" "More like that onery critter of a boy done it," suggested his messmate, a practical Yankee. "So? I plays a joke on him, alretty yet. Vatch."
The man motioned to the settee and Tom sat down while he seated himself in one of the swivel chairs. "Vell, vot's der matter?" he said, seeing Tom shiver. "I'm wet," said Tom; adding, "but I don't mind it." The man continued to look at him sharply. His questions were peremptory, short, crisp. "You had a vite jacket?" "Yes, sir. I made a kind of a life preserver out of it."
At New Prussia the road was lifted by a little ridge, and for a few minutes we travelled through another European country. Two young men were passing ball in front of a beer saloon. "Vot's der news?" said one of them in a strong German accent. We were at a loss for an answer, as it was rather a dull time in international politics; but Master Thomas began to say something about the riots in Russia.
The strain of even the brief delay was too much for Epstein's endurance. High-strung, his nerves on edge, almost before Laurie had turned he sputtered forth questions like bullets from a machine-gun. "Vell! vell!" he demanded, "vot's it all about? Vot's it mean? Over the telephone you say you got to see us this minute. You say you got into trouble, big trouble. Vell, vot trouble? Vot is it?"
"Monk he noo 'fear'd ze dog," grinned the Italian. "Monk he whup ze dog." "Vot's dat?" exclaimed Billy Buch "Vot's dat, man, you say? Mine Gott, I bet ten to one dat Ponyparte eats him oop!" To prove it Bonaparte ran at the monkey savagely. But the monkey ran up on the Italian's shoulder, where he grinned at the dog. The Italian smiled.
Dis picture is called 'De Tale o' Two Cities, and it's de French revolution. It's about a feller vot takes anodder feller's place and gits his head cut off; and say, dere's a sob story in it vot's a vunder. Ven dey brought me de scenario, I says, 'Who's de author? Dey says, 'It's a guy named Charles Dickens. 'Dickens? says I. 'Vell, I like his verk.
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