So dot shentleman buy dot coat, and giefe me yust vot I asked, und nefer said vonce, "I giefe you hafe of dot brice," or somedings like dot, und I vas mad yust like a hornet dot I didn'd ask him dwice as mooch!
But vot has all dot got to do mit my droubles?
Nix!
Veil, go ahade!
Von day I gone me oud for a leedle valk, und vas scmoking von of dose real Hafana segars vot you buy dree for den cents, ven ub comes a pig, bulled-headed mans, vot hafe his hair all viled off, und he busds me in de schnood righd avay quick, pefore I know me some dings; unt, as my nose don'd vas fery schmall, it hurd me like fury.
"Vot de madder is, ain'd it?" said I. "Vot for you hid me dot vay?"
"Pecause you vas a Shew; dot is vot de madder vas!" said that old fighder.
"Vell, vot if I vas a Shew? I don'd do somedings by you! I don'd know you anyvays."
Unt den he giefe id do me again righdt in my left ear.
"Dot ish pecause you vas a Shew vot killed de Saviour! Dot is vy I hid you; und I'll busd efery hook nose vot I meed!"