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Updated: May 16, 2025
Veil, vot vith your qviet, innocent looks and vays, and vot vith me a-adding two and two together and werry carefully making 'em three, my case is spiled won't come off, can't come off, mustn't come off!" "What in the world do you mean?" "Mean, sir? I mean as, if Number Vun is the murderer, and Number Two is the accessory afore the fact, then Number Three the unfort'nate wictim is vait a bit!"
It’s all a howen to my having a twin brother, vich has wrongfully got into trouble, and vich is so exactly like me, that no vun ever knows the difference atween us.’ This representation, like the defence, fails in producing the desired effect, and the boy is sentenced, perhaps, to seven years’ transportation.
Unfortunately Tony too was wearing a red sweater. "I've got you, you young devil!" exulted Delany. "Here's one of 'em, Froelich!" "Dot's him! It was a feller mit a red sweater! Dot's the vun who done it!" shrieked the butcher. "I vill make a gomblaint against him!" "Come along, you! Quit yer kickin'!" ordered the cop, twisting Tony's thin arm until he writhed. "You'll identify him, Froelich?"
"You know me to-day?" "You are a sun goddess. Helen, what does it mean?" "New York agrees vit' me," Her laugh was irresistible low and sweet, a laugh that made the glad day brighter. "How not? It is vun fine large city." We laughed together to the memory of Actinia. "I am a goot organism. T'e bat organisms vish to scratch me; but t'ey are not so fery bat. In time ve may teach t'em gootness."
'It's wery wrong in little boys to make game o' their grandfathers, an't it, mum? said Mr. Weller, shaking his head waggishly, until Tony looked at him, when he counterfeited the deepest dejection and sorrow. 'O, very sad! assented the housekeeper. 'But I hope no little boys do that? 'There is vun young Turk, mum, said Mr.
Donner und blitzen! Mon Dieu! Blood! I know not ze English vord so bad enoff for soch conduct.” “It must have been a joke,” his friend suggested, soothingly. “Vun dashed bad joke, zen!
“Not long vas ven I see ze Lady Hilton drive past mit ze ozzer Lady Hilton and vun old lady. I raise my hat—no bow from zem. ‘Pairhaps,’ I zink, ‘zey see me not.’ Zey stop by ze side to speak viz a gentleman. I gomed up and again I raise my hat and I say, ‘How do you do, Lady Hilton? I hope you are regovered from ze dance.’ Zat was gorrect, vas it not?”
I make dat lovely lady a check every veek fer tirty-five hunded dollars, an' I gotta sign it vit my own hand, and I tell you it gives me de cramps to sign so much money all de time, but I do it, and you see all dem rings and ribbons and veils and tings vot she buys vit de money, she looks like a jeweler's shop and a toy-store all rolled into vun goin' valkin' down de street." "Mr.
Weller, trying to look gravely down upon his favourite, 'it was wery wrong on him to want to over all the posts as we come along, and wery cruel on him to force poor grandfather to lift him cross- legged over every vun of 'em. He wouldn't pass vun single blessed post, mum, and at the top o' the lane there's seven-and-forty on 'em all in a row, and wery close together. Here Mr.
Weller departed on his errand, and presently returned to say that there was only a gentleman with one eye; and that he and the landlord were drinking a bowl of bishop together. 'I will join them, said Mr. Pickwick. 'He's a queer customer, the vun-eyed vun, sir, observed Mr. Weller, as he led the way.
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