"Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, "leave the affair to Johannes. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. ‘Oh, peste. ” A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent table had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them. ’ She frowned suddenly. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. "Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke.
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