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Tony also contained a grievance and a plot. He, too, was a Corrigan hater, and had been primed to see it in others. "How you like-a Mr. Corrigan?" he asked. "You think-a him a nice-a man?" "To hell with 'm," he said. "May his liver turn to water, and the bones of him crack in the cold of his heart.
"I," he was saying, "am Pietro Moresco. I have-a da nice political posish, an' nice-a barber-shop on Mulberry-a Strit. Some-a day I getta on da force da pollis-force. Sure t'ing. I been-a home to see ma moth. I go-a back to make-a da more mon." He pulled out from his corded bundle of red quilts and coats and rugs some bottles of cheap wine. "I getta place for all you men."
Though Johnnie Green was staring straight at him, Major Monkey clung to his captor and held his wrinkled face close to the little man's cheek. "He sorra now!" the little man said to Johnnie Green. "What's his name?" Johnnie inquired. "Jocko!" said Major Monkey's master. "Dat nice-a name, eh?" Johnnie Green thought that it was. And Major Monkey himself appeared to like the sound of it.
"Gotta da peach?" asked the Kid in the tongue of Dante, the lover of lovers. "Ah, no, " sighed the vender. "Not for one mont com-a da peach. Too soon. Gotta da nice-a orange. Like-a da orange?" Scornful, the Kid pursued his quest. He entered the all-night chop-house, café, and bowling-alley of his friend and admirer, Justus O'Callahan.
"Well, Saturday night the Spanish boys have a lil' party, some DANZA. You know Miguel Ramas? He have some young cousins, two boys, very nice-a, come from Torreon. They going to Salt Lake for some job-a, and stay off with him two-three days, and he mus' have a party. You like to come?" That was how Thea came to go to the Mexican ball.
"Nice-a man, Meester Hama." "Is he?" says I. "Well, you wait here until I see him about this. Wait understand?" With that I skips upstairs, and explains the mystery of our bein' mobbed. "It's a whiskered freak on the top floor they're after," says I. "Swifty, run up and get that Ham and Eggs gent. I'm yearnin' for speech with him.
She said, quietly: "I expect you know my uncle and his family, Pete. He is Mr. Sherwood of Pine Camp." "Ah! Mis-tair Hen Sherwood! I know heem well," admitted the man. "He nice-a man ver' kind to Injun Pete." "I'd like to have you look at me, please," said Nan, still softly. "You see, I want to know you again if we meet. I am very grateful." Pete waved her thanks aside with a royal gesture. "Me!
"Mister Senft ees always say: 'Mister Potash and Perlmutter ees nice-a people. Sure." "Better than Sammet Brothers?" Harry asked. Simonetti raised his eyebrows and made a flapping gesture with his right hand. "A-oh!" he said. "Sammet Brothers, that's all right too. Not too much-a all right, Mr. Baskof, but is preety good people. I am just-a now go to see ees-a lawyer for sign-a da contract."
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