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"Me name's Willy Fennessy, me lady," replied the tinker, "an' I'm goin' the roads no more than three months. Indeed, me lady, I think the time too long that I'm with these blagyard thravellers. All the friends I have was poor Captain, and he's gone from me." "Go round to the kitchen," said Mrs. Alexander. The results of Willy Fennessy's going round to the kitchen were far-reaching.
Weir; she wept and prayed over the infant backslider until my lord was due from Court, and she must resume that air of tremulous composure with which she always greeted him. The judge was that day in an observant mood, and remarked upon the absent teeth. "I am afraid Erchie will have been fechting with some of they blagyard lads," said Mrs. Weir.
'If ye'll take my tip, said the depot man, 'ye'll say neither yes nor no till ye get to barracks. Kape the ould blagyard hangin' on and off till ye get inside the gates, and then tell him to go to blazes. If ye loike to work him properly, ye can kape him as smooth as soft soap all the way. If ye say no too early he'll be on t'ye like a ton o' pig-iron.
"And when will that be, I would like to ken?" "Well, Alan, I have had some thoughts of that, too," said I; "and my plan is this. It's my opinion to be called an advocate." "That's but a weary trade, Davie," says Alan, "and rather a blagyard one forby. Ye would be better in a king's coat than that."
"His father was none so ill a man, though a kenning on the wrong side of the law, and no friend to my family, that I should waste my breath to be defending him! But as for James he's a brock and a blagyard. I like the appearance of this red-headed Neil as little as yourself. It looks uncanny: fiegh! it smells bad.
"His father was none so ill a man, though a kenning on the wrong side of the law, and no friend to my family, that I should waste my breath to be defending him! But as for James he's a brock and a blagyard. I like the appearing of this red-headed Neil as little as yourself. It looks uncanny: fiegh! it smells bad.
Weir; she wept and prayed over the infant backslider until my lord was due from Court, and she must resume that air of tremulous composure with which she always greeted him. The judge was that day in an observant mood, and remarked upon the absent teeth. "I am afraid Erchie will have been fechting with some of thae blagyard lads," said Mrs. Weir.
"And when will that be, I would like to ken?" "Well, Alan, I have had some thoughts of that, too," said I; "and my plan is this. It's my opinion to be called an advocate." "That's but a weary trade, Davie," says Alan, "and rather a blagyard one forby. Ye would be better in a king's coat than that."
"And when will that be, I would like to ken?" "Well, Alan, I have had some thoughts of that, too," said I; "and my plan is this. It's my opinion to be called an advocate." "That's but a weary trade, Davie," says Alan, "and rather a blagyard one forbye. Ye would be better in a king's coat than that."
No, Captain, but 'tis Saint November's Day, as they call it, a great holiday, and there isn't a ruffian in the country but has come out with his blagyard dog to head the fox!" A grin of guilt passed over the faces of the audience. "There's plinty foxes in the hill, Mr. Thrinder," shouted one of them; "Dan Murphy says there isn't a morning but he'd see six or eight o' them hoppin' there."
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