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He looked at his watch again; it was after four, and little GussieMortimer, that dried-up old beau, would be sure to be there by thistime; he always went first, to get his fine work in with the veryyoungest girls, while the coast was clear.
I’m a bit foggy as to what jute is, but it’s apparently something thepopulace is pretty keen on, for Mr.
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“Oh no, oh no!” said the prince; “I couldn’t, you know—my illness—Ihardly ever saw a soul
Suddenly tears start to our eyes, our hands shake; we weep, weembrace—the battle is one of self-sacrifice now! The prince shouts,‘She is yours;’ I cry, ‘She is yours—’ in a word, in a word—You’ve cometo live with us, hey?”“Yes—yes—for a while, I think,” stammered the prince.
To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms; And, like thekind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood.
Here the Makondé have rarely the chanceof a good feed of meat: it is only when one of them is fortunateenough to spear a wild hog or an antelope that they know this luxury;if a fowl is eaten they get but a taste of it with their porridge.
There are plenty of instances of a man runningaway, or imploring for mercy—at all events hoping on in somedegree—even after his throat was cut.
My dear, I haven’t told you, but I’ve made some money lately! Isn’t ita joke that I should make money? And I can’t tell you how glad I amthat I can give you something at last! Your income shall be just whatit always was--I’ll take care of that.
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All’s war bei ihr schön g’nau ein’teilt und vorg’sehn af Tag’, Wochen,Monat’, ja af Jahr’ hinaus, sie hat ’n Kalender nit nur der heiligenZeiten wegen aufblattelt, auch ’s Obstbaumstutzen, Rubenstecken, ’sKalben der Küh’ und d’ Säumast hat sein afg’merkte Zeit g’habt, undwie endlich dö kämma is, wo ich zun Verheiraten war, durft’ mer’s nitverabsäumen und schon Ordnung halber mußt’ ich auch verheirat’t werd’n.
„Alleswas recht is! Was eines verdient und sich zu ihm schickt, das sollihm vergönnt sein; aber hat er der Dirn’ nit ein Sonntagsspenzer undobendrein ’s Zeug zu ein’ Rock h’naufgenötingt, wie ihn rundum schönerund reicher kein’ Bäu’rin tragt?“Am Morgen nach der heiligen Nacht, als außen die Morgensonne über demglitzernden Schnee aufstieg und das Herdfeuer in der Küche prasselte,sagte die alte Sepherl, indem sie sich bückte und einige Reiser auflas,ohne zur Angeredeten aufzublicken: „Na, Leni, du kannst wohl mit deinerChristbescher z’frieden sein.