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“Zey vill not take you ven you tell zem! I shall insist viz Sir Richard!” “The law is the law, Baron, and I’m a certified lunatic. Here we must part till the weather clears; and mind, you mustn’t say a word about my coming to see you.” The Baron looked at him disconsolately. “You most really go, Bonker?” “Really, Baron.” “And vere to?” “To London town again by the milk train.”
"Spotty Collins was found in Blue Ravine this morning, robbed and murdered. You see, he had a lot of money on him from the dog fight." "But ze beeg hound?" "He was shot, too." "Ze murderer, zey 'ave caught?" "Not yet. They say the sheriff's on his trail, though. He just got back from Sacramento and he went right out. By jinks, he's coming now! An' he's got 'im!" "Mon Dieu! It is Monsieur Ant'ony!"
Take your choice, he say, 'and we can fight till ze cows come home! He use zose words, mes amis, 'till ze cows come home! Tiens! Ze Frisian- Holstein cows, who go dry when zey do come home hein?" He was so furiously angry that we dared not laugh, but we were consumed with curiosity to know what secret Dumble had stolen. The Baron did not inform us.
John instantly matches it. "Hurrah!" he exclaims, with enthusiasm, "we are well matched, Monsieur Constans. Let it be the old story of Lafayette and Washington." "It ees glorious! Zey won ze fight. Why should not we, monsieur " "My name is Doctor John Craig from Chicago." "I greet you zen, Monsieur Doctaire. Zis is all new business to me. Tell me what to do, and I am zere."
"Surely," added Belle. "Perhaps I had better speak to my father. He may know of someone on Sea Horse Island, where he is going to gather orchids." "No, no, Senorita! If you please not to speak yet!" broke in the Spanish girl suddenly. "It must be a secret yet. I have enemies even here." "Enemies?" echoed Cora. "Yes. Zey followed me from New York. Listen, I haf not yet tell you all.
"Yess, you are a fine boy!" said Frenchy again, clapping him on the shoulder with such vehemence as to interrupt his train of thought. "Zey must be fine people all ze way back to haf' such a boy. You see?"
"You don't mean they'll take you like they took the people from Belgium, do you?" he asked. "Ziss is worse zan Belgium," Florette sobbed. "Zere ze people can escape to England." "Where would they send you?" Tom asked. "Maybe far north into Prussia. Maybe still in Alsace. All ze familees zey will separate so zey shall meex wiz ze Zhermans." Florette suddenly grasped his hand. "I am glad I see you.
I'd better go to the Docks, I say." "You sall not. Zey will be all shut fast zere. No, my dear friend, you sall come sleep at my hotel, and you sall have nothings to pay. It will be all right. I would die for to help ze friend of my friend." "Is Mr Armstrong a friend of yours?" asked the boy. "I thought you were only cheeking him that time in the Hall. Oh, all right, if you know him.
“Console yourself, my dear Baron,” his friend would reply; “they always come. That’s seldom the difficulty.” And the Baron would dally with his victuals in the most unwonted fashion, and growl at the rapidity with which the courses followed one another. “Do zey suppose ve vish to eat like——?” he began, and then laying his hand on his friend’s sleeve, he whispered, “She goms!”
I vill follow ant take my chance. I am use' to ooncertainties ant difficoolties. Zey can not influence me." After a good deal of consideration this plan was agreed to.
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