Dsche

Ну то есть когда сотый по счёту тёмный властелин говорит вам, что он ваш отец – то орать NOO11 уже как-то глупо, ага?

Ну вы же читали О'Генри, верно?

Dawe dropped the letter, covered his face with his trembling hands, and cried out in a deep, vibrating voice:

     "My God, why hast thou given me this cup to drink? Since she is false, then let Thy Heaven's fairest gifts, faith and love, become the jesting by-words of traitors and fiends!"

     Editor Westbrook's glasses fell to the floor. The fingers of one hand fumbled with a button on his coat as he blurted between his pale lips:

     "Say, Shack, ain't that a hell of a note? Wouldn't that knock you off your perch, Shack? Ain't it hell, now, Shack - ain't it?"