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My Aunt Nancy could speak the Northern Irish fluently, and, in the course of her business, acquired the Connaught Irish and accent. After a time Hughey Roney retired, and the house was carried on by his daughter and her husband, John McArdle, a good, decent patriotic Irishman, much respected by his Connaught neighbours, though he was from the "Black North."
She put the pawpaw into the child's hands and mumbled her, with kisses of her eyes, cheeks, hair, and neck. "Oh, I could eat you, eat you!" She must have seen the young fellow waiting for her notice, but Nancy had to say, "Here's Hughey, Jane," before she spoke to him. "Oh! Hughey," she said, not unkindly, but as if he did not matter.
Dorgan comin' in an' quitein' th' ol' man with a chair that hostilities was averted as th' pa-apers says right there an' thin. "Well, sir, will ye believe me, whin Dorgan wint over with th' mimbers iv' th' union that night f'r to bur-rn something, there was me brave Hughey thrampin' up an' down like a polisman on bate.
"Here's a clipping that I got to-day from Billy Thorpe," said Phil, quite irrelevantly. "It's from the North Bay paper and concerns our friend, Hughey Podmore." He read it aloud. It cited the particulars of a strange case which had reached the hospital at North Bay some weeks ago a man who had been found wandering in the woods with bits of what appeared to be bank-notes sticking to his skin.
Oh! Then it wasn't " A light of malign intelligence shone in his eyes. "Well, I haven't got anything against Hughey Blake." "Oh, if you'd only let her go back to Hughey! If you'd only let her alone, I'd " "You'd what?" He bounded toward her, and at her recoil he laughed and said, "I didn't mean to scare you." "I wasn't scared. You can't scare me, Joseph Dylks.
Before the Taylors' knocking had brought the Swintons to their door, other wheels sounded, and here were Mr. and Mrs. Carmody, and Uncle Hughey with his wife, and close after them Mr. Dow, alone, who told how his wife had gone into one of her fits she upon whom Dr. Barker at Drybone had enjoined total abstinence from all excitement.
She haughtily mounted the steps beside Nancy, and without other recognition of Hughey in the matter she said, "I've got company," and disappeared into the cabin. "Well, Hughey?" Nancy pityingly questioned. "No, no, Nancy," he replied with a manful struggle for manfulness, "I I It's meant, I reckon," and slunk away from the girl's brutality as if it were his own shame.
Or there was old Nat Lawson's case in which Wade was interested; it was a topic that was often uppermost in the railway President's mind, as Podmore knew, and Hughey smiled inscrutably at the smoke curling from his cigarette.
Parallel to Crosbie Street, where the club room was situated, was Blundell Street, where my uncle, Hughey Roney, lived in a house immediately behind McArdle's the back door of the one house facing the back door of the other. This side of the street, with the whole of Crosbie Street, has long since been absorbed by the railway company before mentioned.
His pleadings were greeted with shouts of laughter. Kendrick clutched McCorquodale's arm in sudden excitement. "By the eternal, it's Hughey Podmore!" he gasped in disbelief. "They've caught Podmore with that bogus money on him! That's what he means."
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