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At sight of the servants trooping forth, she jumped up and ran to the door. "Ye don't go. Pole, they're all here. And I've been robbed, I have. Avery note I had from ye, Pole, all gone. And my purse left behind, like the skin of a thing. Lord forbid I accuse annybody; but when I get up, my first rush is to feel in my pocket. And, ask 'em!
"'Tis few words ye do be shpakin' to annybody, but if y' have kind words to shpake and good things to say, y' naidn't be bitin' yer tongue," she added in response to his nod, and left him. Charley looked after her with a troubled face. On the instant it seemed to him that Mrs. Flynn knew all.
'I don't know how th' inhabitants iv th' place ye refer to is fixed, he says, 'f'r newspapers, he says, 'an' I niver heerd iv annybody fr'm Kansas home-stakin' there, he says, 'but if ye'll attind to th' circulation iv thim parts, he says, 'I'll see that th' paper is properly placed in th' hands iv th' vile an' wicked iv this earth, where, he says, 'th' returns ar-re more quick, he says."
Oh! how can ye do ut! But soft hearts can be the hardest. And all my seventy-five gone, gone! and no law out of annybody. And no frightenin' of 'em off from doin' the like another time! Oh, I will, I will have my money!" "Tush! Come to breakfast, Martha," said Mr. Pole. "You shall have money, if you want it; you have only to ask.
Won't annybody get up? Won't annybody say that they don't know annything about annything worth knowin' about? Thin, be Hivens, I will. All alone I'll stand up befure me class an' say: 'Hinnissy, about annything that can't be weighed on a scales or measured with a tape line I'm as ign'rant as ye'ersilf.
"I have not told annybody annything excipt thim goats an' what I told thim is not dacint hearin'. I have conversed with thim in strong language, an' it done no good. No swimmin' for thim! Come on down an' have a chat with thim yersilf, Toole. Come on down an' argue with thim, an persuade thim with th' soft sound of yer voice t' swim. Come on down an' git thim water goats used t' th' water."
So, ye'll tell me, little Belloni, is Arr'bella goin' to marry Mr. Annybody? And is Cornelia goin' to marry Sir Tickleham? And whether Mr. Wilfrud's goin' to marry Lady Charlotte Chill'nworth? And Cornelia if ye'll fancy a tall codfish on its tail: 'Mrs.
They say you let some slick salesman sting you for a full set of Rocky Mountain snow-fighting machinery, even up to a rotary snow plough. "Sting me?" Martin bellowed the words. "That I did not!" "Good! I knew " "I ordered it of me own free will. And if annybody laughs " "But, Martin" and there was pathos in the voice "a rotary snow plough? On a Missouri railroad?
'Twud've been th' same, almost, if he'd married a Presbyteeryan an' hadn't deeded his house to his wife. 'Dewey don't look much like a hero, says wan man. 'I shud say not, says another. 'He looks like annybody else. 'He ain't a hero, says another. 'Why, annybody cud've done what he did.
'Kilquhanity, says he, 'it was tin ye killed; but aw, b'ys, the Sergeant-Major was an awful liar. If he could be doin' annybody anny good by lyin', shure he would be lyin' all the time. "But it's little I know how many I killed, for I was killed meself that day.
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