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"Not of you, Jim but some one may have tried to get out that way. In fact, I think it extremely likely." "Who? Flannigan? You couldn't drive him out. He's having the time of his life. Do you suspect me?" "Come away and don't fight," Anne broke in pacifically. "You will have to have luncheon sent in, Jimmy; nobody has ordered anything from the shops, and I feel like old Mother Hubbard."
For the hanner an' glory av all Dhraghoons, of the Ould Seconds, and of me pore bed-ridden frind, Patsy Flannigan, ye must go an' plug the wicked scutt, Matty darlint." "It was Flannigan's fault," replied Dam, daubing pipe-clay on the huge cuff of a gauntlet which he had drawn on to a weird-looking wooden hand, sacred to the purposes of glove-drying.
"Be jabers, boys, go on!" said Captain Flannigan; "I havn't seen a dacent fight for a twelvemonth, barring a skirmish in which I meself was somewhat interested. You may desarn traces of it here." And, suiting the action to the word, he pointed to his eye, which was slightly discolored.
He looked at me curiously. "Only Harbison," he replied promptly. "Jim has been eating his heart out in the den every since dinner; Dal played the Sonata Appasionata backward on the pianola he wanted to put through one of Anne's lingerie waists, on a wager that it would play a tune; I played craps with Lollie, and Flannigan has been washing dishes. Why?" Well, that was conclusive, anyhow.
The whole thing had been shrouded in mystery. They sandpapered the inside of the barrel and took out all the nails, and when they had finished they carried it to the roof and put it in a corner behind the tent. Everybody was curious, but Flannigan refused any information about it, and merely said it was part of his system.
While Aunt Selina was talking suffrage to Anne who said she had always been tremendously interested in the subject, and if women got the suffrage would they be allowed to vote? I slipped back to the dining room. The table was laid for dinner, but Flannigan was not in sight. I could hear voices from somewhere, faint voices that talked rapidly, and after a while I located the sounds under my feet.
and, aside from the accident of color, uncle Wellington was as personable a man as any of her acquaintance. Some people might have objected to his complexion; but then, Mrs. Flannigan argued, he was at least half white; and, this being the case, there was no good reason why he should be regarded as black. Uncle Wellington was not slow to perceive Mrs.
"To change this gridiron martyrdom," Dallas said finally, "where's Harbison? Still looking for his watch?" "Watch!" Everybody said it in a different tone. "Sure," he responded. "Says his watch was taken last night from the studio. Better get him down to take a squint at the telephone. Likely he can fix it." Flannigan was beside me with the cheese. And at that moment I felt Mr.
Oh, yes none knew better than mother Flannigan what gin meant what cursing and what tears, and what misery it had caused; and yet the girl with the white face and the great dark earnest wistful eyes had given her twopence to buy it, and told her to get warm and comforted.
Her eyes brightened when she saw who was walking down the street. "God bless yer, Hetty Wright!" she mumbled. Hester was accustomed to many such exclamations; they always had a power over her, and brought a light into her eyes. She stopped now in front of the old woman. "Thank you, Mrs. Flannigan. These are hard times with you, I fear." "So they be, dearie so they be.
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