The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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page 54 of 140 (38%)
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_Jack_. You'll have to have me arrested. _Schmidt_. Vot you mean? _Jack_. I mean--I've eaten a meal and I haven't any money to pay for it. _Schmidt_. No money! _Jack_. Not a cent. _Schmidt_. Aber--vy--how you dare? _Jack_. I was starving. I have walked the streets for two days begging for work, and I can't find any. I am wet, chilled to the bone, exhausted. Look at me---- _Schmidt_ (_in excitement_). Vot I got to do mit your looks? _Jack_. I had to have something to eat. _Schmidt_. But vy should _I_ feed you? Vy you come by _me_? _Jack_. I'll work for you, if I may. _Schmidt_. Vork? I don't vant no vork! I got all the vork as I need. I vant customers! _Jack._ You'll have to have me arrested, then. |
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