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Schultze, a huge blond German, sitting at a table in an alcove, alone, gazing out upon Fifth Avenue in deep abstraction, with perplexed wrinkles about his blue eyes. The German glanced around at Latham quickly as he proceeded to draw out a chair on the opposite side of the table. "Sid down, Laadham, sid down," he invited explosively. "I haf yust send der vaiter to der delephone to ask "
"No, Ay tank not," said Ole Ericsen. "Der Mary Rebecca yust hang up on efery mud-bank with that hook. Ay don't want to lose der Mary Rebecca. She's all Ay got." "No, no," Charley hurried to explain. "We can put the end of the hook through the bottom from the outside, and fasten it on the inside with a nut.
Kent clambered to the footplate of the smart eight-wheeler. "Can you make it by two o'clock?" he asked, when the engineer, a big-boned, blue-eyed Norwegian, dropped the reversing lever into the corner for the start. "Ay tank maybe so, ain'd it? Yust you climb opp dat odder box, Mester Kent, and hol' you' hair on.
A castor was a sort of title of nobility, and this one always lifted me in the opinions of every one that sat down at my table. Magnus said he was sure Christina would be tickled yust plumb to death with it. Ah! Christina was a wonderful legal fiction, as N.V. calls it.
He got it mark on hees head vere de blud run dot tam, yust de sam, all right. I know heem. He speek lak heem. He move hees arm lak heem. Yas, I know putty good." "You're sure you remember everything he said all you told me?" "Oh, yas. I write it here," and he drew a small book from his pocket, very worn and soiled. "All iss here writed." "Let's see it."
Und den she say maybe he is not keel heem any vay, bot yust t'inkin' he keel him, und he tol' her yas, he keel heem all right, he push heem ofer und he is dead already, und so he kiss her some more, und she is cry some more, und I t'ink he is cry, too, bot dot is all. He done it all right. Und he is gone off den, und she is gone in her house, und I don't see more no."
"Good-morning," I say, observing how white and heavy-eyed he looks in the sunlight. "Yes, thank you, we've slept well," says Mrs. Steele, "too well, I'm afraid." "Oh, no, belief me, dthis extra train ees better." "You look ill, Baron; how did you sleep?" "Dthank you, I sleep not at all till yust dthe time to rise dtherefore am I late. If your dthings air ready ve vill start at once."
I vaiting long time all ready, but yust lak I tol' you, he coom." "I thought I told you not to sign that telegram. But it's no matter, didn't do any harm, I guess." "Dot vas a fool, dot boy dere. He ask all tam, 'Vot for? Who write dis? You not? Eh? Who sen' dis? He make me put my name dere; den I get out putty quvick or he ask yet vat iss it for a yob you got somebody, eh?"
Oscar was still too frightened to muster his scant English, but Lindquist talked for him. "He say like dis, sir, Nils ban at da wheel when he koom aft, oond den he yump vrom der wheel oond run for'ard yust like da time da captain thoomp him." "Rot!" says Lynch. "My man, have you permitted a ghost stand your trick at the wheel?" This last to Newman. "Hardly a ghost, sir," answered Newman.
Yust vait. You don't know how purty is Ponatah. She " Petersen's listeners waited. They are waiting yet, for the mail-man never completed his admiring recital of the Indian girl's charms, owing to the fact that the genial Mr. Hyde without warning tapped his late friend's round head with the leather butt of the dog-whip.
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