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I am so tired mit der blaying all night, dat dis morning I am all knocked up." "My poor Cibot is very bad, too; one more day like yesterday, and he will have no strength left. . . . One can't help it; it is God's will." "You haf a heart so honest, a soul so peautiful, dot gif der Zipod die, ve shall lif togedder," said the cunning Schmucke.
"We haf receifed nodings," said Schmucke; "und gif I komm to you, it ees because I am in der shtreet, und haf not ein benny. How did you send us der bonus?" "By your portress." "By Montame Zipod!" exclaimed Schmucke. "She killed Bons, she robbed him, she sold him she tried to purn his vill she is a pad creature, a monster!"
I told them that I belonged to the theatre and came to inquire after M. Pons; but it was no good. They saw through that dodge, they said. I asked to see the poor dear man, but they never would let me come upstairs." "Dat apominable Zipod!" said Schmucke, squeezing Topinard's horny hand to his heart. "He was the best of men, that good M. Pons.
Heaven made you for love. . . . Why, my dear sir, I found that out the first day that you dined at home, and you were so touched with M. Schmucke's pleasure. And next day M. Schmucke kept saying to me, 'Montame Zipod, he haf tined hier, with the tears in his eyes, till I cried along with him like a fool, as I am. And how sad he looked when you took to gadding abroad again and dining out!
Not King Solomon in all his glory, be sure, could dine better than Schmucke. Schmucke took everything that "goot Montame Zipod" gave him, and was content, and so from day to day "goot Montame Zipod" cut down the cost of his dinner, until it could be served for twenty sous. "It won't be long afore I find out what is the matter with him, poor dear," said Mme.
Not King Solomon in all his glory, be sure, could dine better than Schmucke. Schmucke took everything that "goot Montame Zipod" gave him, and was content, and so from day to day "goot Montame Zipod" cut down the cost of his dinner, until it could be served for twenty sous. "It won't be long afore I find out what is the matter with him, poor dear," said Mme.
Poulain is the image of Providence on earth I will have no more to do with you. You must do as I tell you " "Yes, Montame Zipod, he vill do vat you dell him," put in Schmucke; "he vants to lif for his boor friend Schmucke's sake, I'll pe pound."
"Calm yourself, Bons," exclaimed Schmucke; "ve haf in Zipod ein panker " "Do not speak of it, my lamb. You are our children, both of you," cried La Cibot. "Our savings will be well invested; you are safer than the Bank. So long as we have a morsel of bread, half of it is yours. It is not worth mentioning " "Boor Montame Zipod!" said Schmucke, and he went. Pons said nothing.
Heaven made you for love.... Why, my dear sir, I found that out the first day that you dined at home, and you were so touched with M. Schmucke's pleasure. And next day M. Schmucke kept saying to me, 'Montame Zipod, he haf tined hier, with the tears in his eyes, till I cried along with him like a fool, as I am. And how sad he looked when you took to gadding abroad again and dining out!
Fifteen minutes later she reappeared in the dining-room with two cups of excellent coffee, flanked by a couple of tiny glasses of kirschwasser. "Long lif Montame Zipod!" cried Schmucke; "she haf guessed right!" The diner-out bemoaned himself a little, while Schmucke met his lamentations with coaxing fondness, like a home pigeon welcoming back a wandering bird.
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