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"Anozer frond!" exclaimed the professor; "vy, Van der Kemp, zee country seems to be svarming vid your fronds." "I have travelled much in it and made many friends," returned the hermit. "The horse that I borrowed turned out to be a very poor one, and went lame soon after I set out. Business kept me longer than I expected, and it was getting dark before I started to return.
I like I skoll understand all das har big vorts yu make." "You'll understand them, I don't think," moaned Bost. "You couldn't understand a swift kick in the ribs. You are a fool. Understand that, muttonhead?" Ole understood. "Vy for yu call me fule?" he said indignantly. "Aye du yust vat you say." "Ar-r-r-r!" bubbled Bost, walking around himself three or four times. "You do just what I say!
He walked across the narrow room, glanced into the face of the sleeping sheriff, came back beside them, and leaned against the wall. The movement served to yield him confidence and self-control, to decide him as to his future course. "What is it you are so desirous of knowing?" "Vy, de whole ting, señor, de whole ting."
I have lent my monish a tousand times, and never once they did offer it me back. Vell, I will take it, sar." "But how much must I give you, Mr Emmanuel, for the ten days' loan?" "How moch vy you remember, you vill give de bond money de fifteen hundred." "What! five hundred pounds interest for ten days, Mr Emmanuel; no, no, that's rather too bad.
"Vy, I vould not efen ride in an outer-mobile, yet, so vy should I go in von contrivance vot is efen more dangerous? No, I gomes to your fader in der carriage, mit mine old Dobbin horse. Dot vill not drop me to der ground, or run me up a tree, yet! Vot?" "Very well," said Tom, "only hurry, please."
You are a nice man for a fox-'unter a mule neighs thought I'd catch you some of these odd days with your wain conceit." "Vy, what does it do then?" inquired Mr. Jorrocks, his choler rising as he spoke. "I hopes, at all ewents, he don't make the 'orrible noise you do." "Why, it screams, you great hass!" rejoined his loving spouse.
He stopped abruptly. “I do not like to zink I shall lose your company so soon.” “I admit,” allowed Mr Bunker, “that this fortunate meeting tempts me to stay.” “Vy not?” said the Baron, cordially. “Can your fader not vait to see you?” “I hardly think he will worry about me, I confess.” “Zen stay, my goot Bonker!”
It's hodd," said Beck, musingly, "but the more I lines it, the vorse I sleeps." Percival laughed, but there was melancholy in his laughter; something in the forlorn, benighted, fatherless, squalid miser went to the core of his open, generous heart. "Do you ever read your Bible," said he, after a pause, "or even the newspaper?" "I does not read nothing; cos vy?
Tell us how the millin' coves did it in your time." The old gladiator looked round him in great contempt. "Vy, from vot I see," he cried, in his high, broken treble, "there's some on you that ain't fit to flick a fly from a joint o' meat. You'd make werry good ladies' maids, the most of you, but you took the wrong turnin' ven you came into the ring."
"I dunno," said T-S. "You don't find a young feller like Matt Everett everyday." I started. "What do you say is his name?" "Matthew," said T-S. "Vy you ask?" "Nothing," said I; "just a coincidence!" Our conversation ended with the remark by T-S that he would call up the station-house and arrange to see Carpenter.
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