LANGHEINRICH
[With sly merriment.] That's right, I always said so myself: this here dyin' is a invention of the devil.
MRS. FIELITZ
We was married for twenty years an' more. An' there wasn't so much as one angry word between us. An' the way that man was honest. Not a penny, no,—he never cheated any man of a penny in all his days. An' sober! He didn't so much as know what whiskey was like. You could go an' put the bottle before him an' he wouldn't look at it. An' the way he brought up his children! What d'you think about, but playin' cards and swillin' liquor …
LEONTINE
Gustav is poking out his tongue at me.
RAUCHHAUPT
[_Takes hold of a cobbler's last and throws himself enragedly upon GUSTAV, who has been making faces at LEONTINE and has poked out his tongue at her.] You varmint! Ill break your bones!—That rotten crittur is goin' to be the death o' me yet. I just gets so mad sometimes I think it's goin' to be the death o' me.
LANGHEINRICH
The poor crittur ain't got his right senses.