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"Now, Robin," said I, "we must break this very cautiously to the old lady and Miss Blythe." "Oh, in course we-r-y cautiously," assented the urchin, with inconceivable earnestness. "Well, then, off you go and fetch my greatcoat. We'll go visit Mrs Willis at once." "At vunce," echoed Robin, as he ran out of the room, with blazing cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"But it is naughty, sir, unless you do it with both eyes at once." "Oh, with bof at vunce!" exclaimed Dan, who thereupon shut both eyes very tight indeed, and then opened them in the widest possible condition of surprise. This was too much for Sally. She burst into a hearty fit of laughter. Her class, being ever ready to imitate such an example, followed suit.

Now their windictiveness, or as you might say, 'uman natur', generally takes the shape of chimbley-pots and brick-ends, though I 'ave met windictiveness in the form o' b'iling vater and flat-irons, not to mention saucepans an' sich, afore now, and vunce a arm-cheer, all of vich is apt to vorry you a bit until you gets used to it.

"No, my boy; I hope I've somethin' better behind here," says the little man; and as he said it he hit his little vesket wery hard, and then a tear started out o' each eye, which wos wery extraordinary, for it wos supposed as water never touched his face. He shook the turnkey by the hand; out he vent 'And never came back again, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Wrong for vunce, sir, replied Mr.

James listened attentively to this tabloid tragedy, but made no comment. 'Anysing vrom dze fillage, sare? Adolf's voice was meaning. James produced a half-crown. 'Here you are, then. Get me half a dozen stamps and keep the change. 'Zdamps? Yes, sare. At vunce. James's last impression of the departing one was of a vast and greasy grin, stretching most of the way across his face.

'Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sweetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list 'cos his mother's uncle's vife's grandfather vunce lit the king's pipe vith a portable tinder-box. 'Not a bad notion that, Sam, said Mr. Bob Sawyer approvingly. 'Just wot the young nobleman said ev'ry quarter-day arterwards for the rest of his life, replied Mr. Weller.

"And have you got it now?" "Yes, I got it now." The grin broadened the triumphant grin of a boy when he hears the click of a trap and knows the quarry is inside. "Can I see it?" "No, you can't see it." The man's cool persistency again irritated him. "I buy dot for a present and I Look here vunce! Vat you come in here for an' ask dose questions? I never see you before. Dis is my busy time.

All, Bonker,—I vill not keep vun! I can get more. No, you most take zem all!” Mr Bunker opened his bag and put in the box without a word. “You most write,” said the Baron, “tell me vere you are. I shall not tell any soul, bot ven I can, I shall gom up, and ve shall sup togezzer vunce more. Pairhaps ve may haf anozzer adventure, ha, ha!” The Baron’s laugh was almost too hearty to be true.

Vunce more I schmell ze mountain dew I hear ze pipes I gaze into loffly eyes I am ze noblest part of mineself! Bonker, I vill defy ze mozzer of my wife! I drink to you, my friend, mit hip hip hip hooray!" "You have more than repaid me," replied the Count, "by the spectacle you have provided. Dear Baron, it was a panorama calculated to convert a continent!"

"Now are ve named!" cried the Baron, his courage rising the higher for the shock it had sustained. "And you vunce more vill be Bonker? Goot!" "That satisfies you?" The Baron hesitated. "My dear friend, I have a splendid idea! Do you know I did disgover zere used to be a nobleman in Austria really called Count Bonker? He vas a famous man; you need not be ashamed to take his name.