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He had forgotten to bring the receipt book, and Flannery drew a pad of blank receipts toward himself, and dipped a pen into the ink. Then he looked at the address. "'Pho-e-nix," he read slowly. "That do be a queer sort av a worrd, Mr. Warold. 'Pho-e-nix! Is it a man's name, I dunno?" "Feenix," pronounced Mr. Warold, grinning.
'Tis no beggar's petition that I'll be profferin', however, but a bargun. Give me a salad, a pint av hock, an' fill me pipe wid the Only Mixture, an' I'll repay ye across the board wid a narrative the sort av God-forsaken, ord'nary thrifle that you youngsters turn into copy may ye find forgiveness! 'Tis no use to me whatever.
And then I heard a voice I knew, the voice of the Irishman, "Four-Eyes." "Is it the boi ye're mindin', bedad?" "Ay, sir, he's moved a point." "The poor divil. Throw him a sheet, one av yer; it's meself that's not bringing the guv'ner a dead body when he wants a live one, be Saint Pathrick!"
Wan av us'll pass the wurrd to the room an' we shtart the divil an' all av a shine laughin' an' crackin' on an' t'rowin' our boots about.
"By an' by they hears um a-comin . . . a-hollerin' an' laughin' tu umsilf, an' roarin' an' singin' 'Th' Jug av Potheen. Full av ut, tu, by token av th' voice av um. Tim makes all ready wid th' blundherbuss. All av a suddint tho', th' tchune shtops, an' tho' they waits for um for quite a toime, he niver shows up. By an' by they gets fed up wid lyin' belly-down in th' soakin' rain.
As such we've honored him wid an' aujence, an' communicated to him siviral state saycrits av a highly important nature. At that toime he wint an' he tuk onjew advantage av our confidince to desayve our r'y'l moind.
To Mr. Schultz, Riggins appeared to be a man who could be depended upon to remember which side his bread was buttered on and who supplied the butter. Arrived at the steward's state-room, Mr. Reardon helped himself to the entire box of bedbug exterminator and addressed Riggins very briefly: "Riggins, ye're a child av Johnny Bull, are ye not?"
An' I thought that slip av a lad from the Liffey soide was houlding me hand, and sayin' 'Mother! Mother! and we both wint ashlape; an' the b'ys of the rigimint when Alma was over, they said to each other, the b'ys they said: 'Kilquhanity's dead. An' the trinches was dug, an' all we foine dead b'ys was laid in long rows loike candles in the trinches.
"'Tis not for me to argue," sez I, "fwhatever ye are, Mister Dearsley, but, by my hand, I'll take away the temptation for you that lies in that sedan-chair." "You will have to fight me for ut," sez he, "for well I know you will never dare make report to any one." "Fight I will," sez I, "but not this day, for I'm rejuced for want av nourishment."
Ah! ye may laugh, but it's truth I'm tellin'. See, there's a blob on the ind of it as big as a chirry!" "That blob's always there, Paddy," cried one of the men; "it's a grog-blossom." "There now, Peter, don't become personal. But tell me ye've got him, av coorse?" "No, we haven't got him," growled Crossby. "Well, now, you're a purty lot o' hunters. Sure if "
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