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The peopul's to have their rights and libties, hand the luds is to be put down, hand beefsteaks is to be a penny a pound, and " "What good will that do to she?" "Vy, man, ve shall take turn about, and sum vun helse will sveep the crossings, and ve shall ride in sum vun helse's coach and four, p'r'aps, cos vy? ve shall hall be hequals!" "Hequals!
It's noa an inn, but the colonel zees company vor the vun o' the thing 'cause he loikes to zee company about 'un. You must 'a heard ov him Colonel Rogers a' used to be a soger once." "Say no more," cried the major. "I have heard of this hospitable gentleman; and his having been in the army gives me a sure claim to his attention. Here's a crown for your information, my good friend.
"Here vos a shirt as can't be beat for der money neglegee boosom an' turnover cuffs, warranted shrunk, and all for vun dollar." Spike. "Come off, Aaron, come off! Fifty cents is th' bid!" Salesman. "Fifty cents? Vy, on Broadvay dey'd sharge you " Spike. "Wake up, Ike! This ain't Broadway! And fifty's the limit!" Salesman. "But shust look at dem pink shtripes so vide as an inch!
"But the revolution " "The revolution kin vait maybe vun year, maybe two years already. It don't do us no good to have a revolution if the Yunkers walk over it!
Finally, I felt a large light hand laid softly on my head. I looked up and saw Magnus Thorkelson bending over me. "Forty acres," said he, "bane pretty big farm in Norvay. My fadder on twenty acres, raise ten shildren. Not so gude land like dis. Vun of dem shildern bane college professor, and vun a big man in leggislatur. Forty acre bane gude farm, for gude farmer."
"'Cos a coachman may do without suspicion wot other men may not; 'cos a coachman may be on the very amicablest terms with eighty mile o' females and yet nobody thinks that he ever means to marry any vun among 'em. And wot other man can say the same, Sammy?" "They are not much alike, are they?" said Miss Mayberry. "I think if Dickens could read my translation he would not in the least recognize it.
Shrig took a small, neat implement from one of his many capacious pockets, inserted it into the keyhole, gave it a twist, and the door swung open. "Ah a skeleton key, Mr. Shrig?" "That werry i-dentical, sir." "Is this how you gained admittance to my chambers?" "Ex-actly, sir." "And, being there, read my private letters?" "Only the vun, sir dooty is dooty only the vun.
Dem fellers is hungry, and de money vill give dem vun good feed. Ve git somebody to bring it to dem, and we be friends shoost de same. Billy, maybe you could give it, hey?" I drew back with a laugh. "You don't get me into your quarrels!" "Vell," said T-S and suddenly he had an inspiration. "I know. I git Mary Magna to give it! She's a voman!" Carpenter turned with sudden wonder.
I don't suppose there are any rifle holes in the specie room are there, Mr. Geisler?" "Nodt a vun," rejoined the German, in a peculiar voice, and then they noticed, in the gloomy light of the closed-up place, that his face was ashen white. It was clear that the German was badly frightened. His knees seemed to be knocking together, in fact. Small wonder, too.
“Two zings I haf not zere,” replied the Baron, waving his hand round towards the horizon. “Vun is ze vet sheet of flowing sea—says not your poet so? Ze ozzer” (laying his hand on his heart) “is ze Lady Alicia
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