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"Let the sparrer tell who killed Cock Robin," was Bob's enigmatical reply. "What's he talking about?" said Julius Zink. "I dunno, and he don't either," replied Dick. "He doesn't know that or anything else," said Sarah Ketchum. It was not possible for Sarah to hear a dispute and not become an open partisan. "I know a lady when I see 'er," said Bob. "You don't," said Dick, warmly.
The quack reached into his bosom, drew forth a pistol, pointed it at the right eye of the gypsy, and said: "Look into the mouth of that and tell me whether you see a bullet lying in its throat!" "I zink zat ze señor an' heez piztol are boz lying in zeir zroats," he answered with easy irony. "Good! But I am not here to match wits with you. I want that horse, and lie or no lie, I will have it.
"Don Mike's beesiness, she is my beesiness, too, señorita," he growled. "Yes; I zink so," Okada declared. "I zink I go 'nother room." "Murray will prepare one for you, Mr. Okada. I'm so sorry this has happened. Indeed I am!" Pablo hooted. "You sorry, mees? Wait until my Don Mike he's come home and find thees fellow in hees house."
Dick sneered more moderately, "we all know you like Kit Pott. You and he had better get hitched; then, you'd be pot-hooks." This set everybody to laughing, even Dirk's adversary, Bob Trotter. "Pretty bright!" said Julius Zink. "Bright, but not pretty," said Mat Snead, blushing at the sound of her voice. "Hurrah! Mat's waked up," said Julius.
In a letter to his brother David, dated December 9, 1819, he wrote that he would do his utmost to induce Pastor Zink and Miller to join them. "But," he added, "do not say a word of it to anybody, not even to your best friend, lest they get wind of it.
Suddenly the waiter seemed to grow inarticulate with a rush of words. "I zink," he stuttered eagerly, "I zink it is those two clergy-men." "What two clergymen?" "The two clergymen," said the waiter, "that threw soup at the wall." "Threw soup at the wall?" repeated Valentin, feeling sure this must be some singular Italian metaphor.
It was only the middle of the next day, and yet he could have sworn that last night he was comparatively whole-hearted, he felt so very much more in love already. “Yet anozzer introdogtion has found me out,” he said as he took his seat. “I have here a letter of invitation vich I do not zink I shall accept.”
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