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| with one hand, thoroughly to pound them. | with wun hand, thuruly too pound dhem. | | "No more Maria washa da wools," her story always ended. "I maka da kids worka da pole an' da hub an' da barrel. Him da smarta man, Mister Eden." | "Noe maur Muryu woshu du wwlz, hur staury aulwaez endud. "Ie maeku du kidz wurku du poel an' du hub an' du barul. Him du smortu man, Mistur Ydun." | | Nevertheless, by his masterly operation and improvement of her kitchen-laundry he fell an immense distance in her regard. The glamour of romance with which her imagination had invested him faded away in the cold light of fact that he was an ex-laundryman. All his books, and his grand friends who visited him in carriages or with countless bottles of whiskey, went for naught. He was, after all, a mere workingman, a member of her own class and caste. He was more human and approachable, but, he was no longer mystery. | Nevur-dhu-les, bie hiz masturly opuraeshun and improovmunt uv hur kichun-laundry hy fel an imens distuns in hur rigord. Dhu glamur uv roemans with which hur imajunaeshun had investud him faedud uwae in dhu koeld liet uv fakt dhat hy wuz an eks-laundrymun. Aul hiz bwks, and hiz grand frendz hoo vizutud him in karijuz aur with kountlus botulz uv whisky, went faur naut. Hy wuz, aftur aul, u mir wurkingman, u membur uv hur oen klas and kast. Hy wuz maur huemun and uproechubul, but, hy wuz noe longgur mistury. | | Martin's alienation from his family continued. Following upon Mr. Higginbotham's unprovoked attack, Mr. Hermann von Schmidt showed his hand. The fortunate sale of several storiettes, some humorous verse, and a few jokes gave Martin a temporary splurge of prosperity. Not only did he partially pay up his bills, but he had sufficient balance left to redeem his black suit and wheel. The latter, by virtue of a twisted crank-hanger, required repairing, and, as a matter of friendliness with his future brother-in-law, he sent it to Von Schmidt's shop. | Mortun'z aelyunaeshun frum hiz famuly kuntinued. Folo.ing upon Mr. Higunbothum'z unpruvoekd utak, Mr. Hurmun von Shmit shoed hiz hand. Dhu faurchunut sael uv sevurul stauryets, sum huemurus vurs, and u fue joeks gaev Mortun u tempurery splurj uv prosperuty. Not oeny did hy porshuly paed up hiz bilz, but hy had sufishunt baluns left too ridym hiz blak soot and whyl. Dhu latur, bie vurtue uv u twistud krangk-hangur, rikwierd ripering, and, az u matur uv frendlynus with hiz fuechur brudhur-in-lau, he sent it too Von Shmit's shop. | | The afternoon of the same day Martin was pleased by the wheel being delivered by a small boy. Von Schmidt was also inclined to be friendly, was Martin's conclusion from this unusual favor. Repaired wheels usually had to be called for. But when he examined the wheel, he discovered no repairs had been made. A little later in the day he telephoned his sister's betrothed, and learned that that person didn't want anything to do with him in "any shape, manner, or form." | Dhy afturnoon uv dhu saem dae Mortun wuz plyzd bie dhu whyl bying dilivurd bie u smaul boi. Von Shmit wuz aulsoe inkliend too by frendly, wuz Mortun'z kunkloozhun frum dhis unuezuul faevur. Riperd whylz uezuuly had too by kauld faur. But when hy egzamund dhu whyl, hy diskuvurd noe riperz had bin maed. U litul laetur in dhu dae hy telufoend hiz sistur'z bitroedhd, and lurnd dhat dhat pursun didn't wunt enything too doo with him in "eny shaep, manur, aur faurm." | | 340a | 340a | | Martin Eden Martin Eden Intro |
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