schnitt's

Updated: August 12, 2024

Three tables, placed end to end at the rail of a Shoot-the-Chutes lake, were required to accommodate Heinrich Schnitt's party. First, there was Heinrich himself, white as wax and stoop-shouldered and extremely clean. At the other end of the table sat Mama Schnitt, who bulged, and always had butter on her thumb.

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Schnitt's the real reason. Do you know Schnitt?" "I am happy to say I do not," laughed Close. "One like Ersten is enough." "Somebody must lead me to him," declared Johnny. "I'm going to see Schnitt in the morning. I'd call to-night if I didn't have to be the big works at a Coney Island dinner party." "I don't see how Schnitt can help you," puzzled Close. "He's the tack in the tire.

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There was an uncomfortable pause in which the two men evinced a slight disposition to glare at each other. "Mr. Schnitt's eyes are bad," suggested Johnny hopefully. "My eyes are like a young man's!" asserted Schnitt, his pride coming uppermost. "He needs a month to rest them," insisted the buffer, becoming a trifle panic-stricken; and he tapped the sole of Ersten's shoe with his foot.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress

"In this place?" asked Ersten, with parrotlike perfection. A lump came into Heinrich Schnitt's throat. He struggled with that lump, but the simple word "Yes" would not come. "I say yes; but I don't " Johnny jerked him violently by the sleeve. "He said 'Yes'," he informed Ersten. "Well, maybe," Ersten was decent enough to admit.

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