God's Fool: A Koopstad Story, Volume 1D. Appleton, 1892 - 446 páginas |
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Alers Amsterdam answered asked believe better blind brain brother Burgomaster called carriage child Clarens cocoa Cornelia cousin cried Hendrik Croesus dare dark dead deaf dear doctor door drik Dutch Elias Lossell Elias's eyes face father feel felt fool fortune hand head hear heart Heer Hendrik Lossell Henk Henkie Herr Pfuhl honour Hubbie Hubert husband idiot Johanna Judith Lossell knew Koopstad ladies live look Lossell's Margaret Margaretha married matter mean merchant Mevrouw Lossell Mevrouw van Bussen mother Mynheer Lossell nelia never Notary once Papa Pillenaar poor remember replied rich round seemed shares silence smile soon South Sumatra speak step-brother stood suddenly sure talk tell thing Thomas thought thousand florins told Tonnerre Transvaal turned understand voice Volderdoes Zonen wait wife wish woman word wrong young
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Página 2 - HERE was a man once — a satirist. In the natural course of time his friends slew him, and he died. And the people came and stood about his corpse. " He treated the whole round world as his football," they said indignantly, "and he kicked it.
Página 203 - So-o," muttered Herr Pfuhl to himself emphatically, in a long-drawn reminiscence of his native land. He hurried down the short avenue in fretful jumps, and, as he went, he struck his greasy wide-awake down flat on his speckled cabinet-pudding of a head. " So is it in the great houses. They have the butters and the oils of life, and yet the wheels go creaking. The Mefrou, ah, she will have her concert when she wants it. Not so was my Lieschen. Never has she given me Blutwurst again, since I told her...
Página 203 - Whenever he was strongly moved, his German seemed to break forth again purer from some hidden spring of feeling, and to come surging up across the muddy ditch of broken Dutch. A film spread over his eyes, for Lieschen would never eat Blutwurst again. She had been dead for many years. She had died in this strange, straight-lined country, of a chill at the heart. Peace be to the old Director's ashes. He too is dead. But his orchestra was heard in Mevrouw Lossell's rooms before he laid down his baton....
Página 2 - There was a man once — a naturalist. And one day he found a lobster upon the sands of time. Society is a lobster: it crawls backwards. " How black it is! " said the naturalist. And he put it in a little pan over the hot fire of his wit. "It will turn red,