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Jan was so efficient a foreman that Inglesby's power was always behind him. So when Jan chose to get very drunk, and sang long, monotonous songs, particularly when he sang through his teeth, lugubriously: "Yeszeze Polska nie Zginela Poki my Zygemy ..." men and women trembled. Poland might not be lost, but somebody's skin always paid for that song.
At one of these times, sitting up slim, graceful and picturesque, in the feather-cushioned rocker-lounge, and fanning her comely face with her shade-hat, it occurred to her to say to Cornelia, sewing hard beside the window, "I guess you won't see them in blossom this Christmas, Nie." "Not unless you cut them at the roots and send them to me by mail to look at," said the girl.
Rosen im Thal, Madel im Saal, O schonste Rosa! * Und siehst du mich, Und siehst du sie, Blau, blau, Blumelein, Zwei treu're Herzen sah'st du nie; Rosen im Thal u. s. w.
Cornelia tried to make believe that she did not know who it was; she recoiled, but her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth, and she could not gainsay him when he demanded joyfully, "Why, Nie! Why, Nelie! Don't you remember me? Dickerson, J. B., with Gates & Clarkson, art goods? Pymantoning? Days of yore, generally? Oh, pshaw, now!"
The forces were divided into two corps, one being ordered to march under Ki no Omaro northwest from Mimana and effect a junction with Kudara; the other, under Kawabe no Nie, was to move eastward against Shiragi. This scheme became known to the Shiragi generals owing to the seizure of a despatch intended for Kudara. They attempted to intercept Omaro's corps, but were signally defeated.
Passages like the following show the young Schiller at his best as a poet: Liebe wird Dein Auge nie vergolden, Nie umhalsen Deine Braut wirst Du, Nie, wenn unsere Thraenen stromweis rollten, Ewig, ewig, ewig sinkt Dein Auge zu.
One day there came a letter from her mother out of her usual order of writing; she wrote on Sunday, and her letters reached Cornelia the next evening; but this letter came on a Wednesday morning, and the sight of it filled Cornelia with alarm, first for her mother, and then for herself; which deepened as she read: "DEAR NIE: That good-for-nothing little scrub has been here, talken aboute you, and acting as if you was hand-and-glove with him.
"I did behave like a perfect scallawag to you, Nie; but I was young then, and Tweet got round me before I knew. I can explain " "I don't want you to explain! I won't let you. You're too disgusting for anything. Don't I tell you I never cared for you?" "Why, of course," said Mr. Dickerson tolerantly, "you say that now; and I don't blame you. But I guess you did care, once, Nelie."
And the fastest, able-est and the handsomest vessel that ever sailed past Eastern Point, isn't she?" "That's what she is." "And who designed her?" "Who? Let me see. Oh, yes, some local man." "You don't know! Look up here. Who designed her!" "Oh, yes. 'Twas a Gloucester man." "A Gloucester man? Look up again. Now who de signed the John nie Dun can!" "Ouch, yes.
A few months later back in Goa I was pleased when the postman handed me a registered letter from NIE, Bangalore which contained a cheque for Rs.1075, my full earnings for giving the lectures. Later when I wrote an article on my one year sabbatical for the Hindustan Times I sent a copy to NIE and they too published it in their newsletter.
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