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So fill up for the toast an' I'll give it: Here's a health to bowld Dinny M'Divitt!" At this the monarch raised the bottle to his mouth and took another long, long pull. From this Brooke gathered that they were to be taken to the castle. He asked "His Majesty" if this were so. "Begorra, ye've hit it," said "His Majesty. "Is there anything to prevent our being taken there at once?" asked Brooke.

In a breath both Mulloy and Gallup demanded to know why. "Parlor coaches are made for aristocrats," explained Greg. "I'm one of the masses. I'm democratic. I ride with common people in the common coaches." "Begorra, ye'll roide in this car av we have to kidnap yez!" shouted Mulloy. "Av you're too close-fisted to buy a sate yersilf, Oi'll pay for it!" This touched Carker's pride.

'Well, it happened in the coorse iv time that one ould gandher tuck a wondherful likin' to Terence, an' divil a place he could go serenadin' about the farm, or lookin' afther the men, but the gandher id be at his heels, an' rubbin' himself agin his legs, an' lookin' up in his face jist like any other Christian id do; an' begorra, the likes iv it was never seen Terence Mooney an' the gandher wor so great.

An' faix, yez have thrated us well, an' begorra, we would have axed yer consint, if we had dramed we could have got ut!" he concluded ingenuously. The two Indians gazed at him with a surprise so evident that a chill ran through his every nerve. "We will never reveal the secret, the place of the gold," declared L'Épine.

"If you're the thafe, begorra, I'll find the rope, tie the knot, and give the first pull." The laugh which followed this repartee showed that the men were in excellent humour, and enjoying the whole proceedings. "Tim Slater, I spot you," continued Pritchen. "Is it a go?" "Very well, pard, ye may bank on me," came the reply. "Jim, how does your pulse beat?" and Pritchen threw a wink at Perdue.

It’s like the singing of a little song, and it gets into my heart. I want it. Won’t you tell me how to get it? I want it.” “Sonny,” I said, “it’s for you. You can have it at the same price I paid for it.” “Begorra,” says he, “you will tell me to give up my religion, you will!”

"Anyway, I wasn't keen on going without you," he murmured. "There's only one drawback," said Steve a few minutes later, when they were on their way to supper. "And that is that I promised Durkin to buy a rug from him." "A rug? We don't need any rug, do we?" asked Tom. "Not a bit. But this is a genuine Begorra; Durkin says so himself. And I agreed to buy it if he'd tell 'Horace' about Sawyer.

Moore, busy still with his gun, gave a corresponding chuckle, and remarked: "Begorra, lad!... if we could get a few out one at a time on moonlight nights, and fill up the blooming holes again, we shouldn't want any blasted machinery for our gold mine, except a pickaxe and a shovel." "We'd want a bit of pluck, though.

"And," said the masther, "you had the cow and the daughter thrown on your hands?" "Divil a throw, your honour," was the reply; "mee daughter got another husband in tin minutes, begorra, and we ate the cow, your honour; but Mike is a blackgyard, and should pay his half of the cow, your honour."

"Begorra, it's a buster an' no mishtake!" exclaimed Tim Rooney coming off the forecastle as soon as he had seen the other head sails attended to, and setting me free from the lashings with which his whilom tritons had bound my hands and legs. "Sp'ilin' all av our fun, too, Misther Gray-ham, jist whin I wor goin' to shave ye!" I did not regret this, though, I'm sure.