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Vot vor you dries doo hanks me already, hey?" cried the honest German, who was willing enough to have the end of the world come, but who did not like the idea of ascending alone, and in this fashion. Mrs. Wehle pushed her way into the mob and threw the rope off her husband's neck, and began to talk with vehemence in German. For a moment the drunken fellows hung back out of respect for a woman.
"Vell, Mistre Johnson, dat is von very vondeful, vot you call it!" exclaimed Colonel Pinchard, who had joined us. "A big, thundering bouncer!" cried a voice from behind the boatswain's back. He turned sharply round, but did not discover the speaker. He shook his fist in that direction, however, with a comic expression in his eye, saying
"The King by this time was becoming most unpleasant again about his sacrifice. Sir Harry was a sad dog. 'Sacrifice Morgenstern, suggested he, 'he's used to sacrifice. You see, in the retail business " "Never mind dot," said Whiteman. "Tell vot happenet!" "A great many things happened. For one thing, the death of Sir Isaac." "How come that?" asked Billy Hudgens.
Girl, dear!" murmured the priest anxiously; and "So! so! so!" comforted the little Jewish lady. Cis seemed not to know who was beside her. "He's dead!" she wept. "And it's my fault! All my fault! O-o-o-oh!" A trembling seized her slender body. Once more she swayed, then toppled forward upon the table, all her brown hair falling over her arms. "Vot wass she sayink?" demanded Mrs. Kukor, frightened.
Kling, bewildered, followed the play of O'Day's fingers in the air as if he were already placing the ornaments and hangings with which his mind was filled. "Vell, vot ve do vid de stuff dot's comin' all dem sideboards and chairs and de pig tables? Ve ain't got de space." "Half of them will go here, and the balance we will pile away on the top floor.
Thyle II spread out like an orange carpet, and after a while we came to the grey branch of the Mare Chronium that bounded it. That was narrow; we crossed it in half an hour, and there was Thyle I same orange-hued desert as its mate. We veered south, toward the Mare Australe, and followed the edge of the desert. And toward sunset we spotted it." "Shpotted?" echoed Putz. "Vot vas shpotted?"
I have lots of tings belong to peoples, and ven other peoples come in, sometimes dey buy, and sometimes dey don't. Sometimes only one day goes by, and sometimes a whole year. You leave it vid me. I take care of it. Den I get my little Masie dat little girl of mine vot I call Beesvings to polish up all de bottles and make everyting look like new." "Then I will come in the morning?"
"What's to pay?" inquired Jorrocks, pulling up with great dignity, their observations not having penetrated the cloak collar which encircled his ears. "To pay!" said the toll-taker "vy, vot do ye call your consarn?" "Why, a phaeton," said Jorrocks. "My eyes! that's a good 'un," said another. "I say, Jim he calls this 'ere thing a phe-a-ton!"
You shot me in the neck, and I'm all kivered with blood, but I kin do ye, jest ther same!" "Dot vos der gweerest colored plood vot I nefer saw! You don'd peen shot ad all." "Then, by gum! I'm goin' ter lick ye anyhaow!" and Ephraim scrambled to his feet. "Vell, you don'd done dot till you catch me, py Shimminy!"
The Jew laughed a little. "Vot a child you are, you Big Ben! Vot matter how he look, so long as you have de success and pocket de monish?" Big Ben gave a long growl, like a mastiff tearing to reach a bone just held above him. "Hang the blunt! The yellows ain't a quarter worth to me what it 'ud be to see him just look as if he knew he was knocked over.
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