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"Whether you marry me or not, you're a good little girl, Becky, and I'm your vriend, mind," said Sir Pitt, and putting on his crape-bound hat, he walked away greatly to Rebecca's relief; for it was evident that her secret was unrevealed to Miss Crawley, and she had the advantage of a brief reprieve.
Fancy any one being such a scounthrel as to lay a hand on that dear girl, though. Ged, Baumser, it makes ivery drop of blood in me body tingle in me veins!" "My dear vriend," Von Baumser answered, "it is very good of your blood for to tingle, but I do not see how dat will help the mees. Let us be practical, and make up our brains what we should do." "I must find young Dimsdale at once.
He borrowed it of the boy, and laid it on the table, after supper. "Sir," said he, "this is what we were raking in your kopjes for, and could not find it. It belongs to little Hans. Will you sell it us? We are not experts, but we think it may be a diamond. We will risk ten pounds on it." "Ten pounds!" said the farmer. "Nay, we rob not travellers, mine vriend."
I must tell this to Minna. My vriend, I haf not mean the great Powers." He looked dramatically about him, then whispered: "I mean, the oggult!" Desmond, who was now quite out of his depth, wagged his head solemnly at the other as though to indicate that, his occult powers were something not to be lightly mentioned. He had no fear of the tall man, at any rate.
Could so depraved a creature as La Cibot exist? If Pons was right, it seemed to imply that there was no God in the world. He went right down again to Mme. Cibot. "Mein boor vriend Bons feel so ill," he said, "dat he vish to make his vill. Go und pring ein nodary." This was said in the hearing of several persons, for Cibot's life was despaired of.
We shall have to confine our operations to London while Max and Mr. Behrend here will be entrusted with the task of getting the news out to our submarines." No. 13 broke in excitedly. "Vork in London, vork in London!" he cried. "It is too dangerous, my vriend. Vot do I know of London? But, London... it is senseless!" Mortimer turned his gig-lamps on the interrupter.
"But, my dear vriend, you cannot vait in the street. Come in mit me." "No, I'll wait," the old soldier answered. "They might think I was paying for the clothes if I came in." "Well, but so you " "Eh, would ye?" roared the major, raising his cane, and Von Baumser disappeared precipitately into the shop.
'There you lie, mine goot vriend, said the injured man, in weak, quavering tones. 'And I will prove that you lie if you have a flaschen in your pocket. 'If Pete were dead and buried, the first speaker said, 'a word about strong waters would bring him to. Give him a sup from your bottle, Dicon. There was a great gurgling and sucking in the darkness, followed by a gasp from the drinker.
"These hopes are," said the major, in a low voice, leaning forward and taking his companion's little ring-covered hand in his thick, pudgy fingers, "that you will have pity upon me; that you will " "Ach, my very goot vriend!" cried Von Baumser heartily, suddenly protruding his hairy head into the room and smiling benignantly.
“Alas! if I knew what it was I should stop looking, and I confess I’m rather sick of the job.” “Vich vay do you look, zen?” “Simply by wading my way through all the lists of names I could steal or borrow. It’s devilish dry work.” “Ze name of a vriend, is it?” “Yes; but I’m afraid I must wait till it comes. And what is this discovery, Baron? A petticoat, I presume.
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