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Or if there be any handle, that is used with avidity. Pat is a happy man when he can address his landlord as "Sir Patrick." But now the "ould masther's son" could be called by no name. Men knew not what he was to be, though they knew well that he was not that which he ought to be.
Ah, ha! I see where you're ladin' me; but it won't do, Miss Kitty Lowry. I'll bring you back to the catechize agin. You'd light the straw to get away in the smoke; but you're worth two gone people yet, dhough." "Worth half a dozen o' you, any day." "Well, as we're both to the fore, we'll soon see that. How did you know, my lady, that the masther's hall door was left open to-night?
"I hope yer riverences is quite well, then," said Richard, as he tendered his note, making a double bow, so as to include them both. "Pretty well, thank you," said Mrs. Townsend. "And how's all the family?" "Well, then, they're all rightly, considhering. The Masther's no just what he war, you know, ma'am." "I'm afraid not I'm afraid not," said the rector.
"Well, Caterine, won't this be a fine night when the moon and stars comes out to show you the road home again afther you manage the affair you're bent on?" "Why, what am I bent on?" she replied, sharply. "Why, to build a church to-night, wid the assistance of Mr. Harry Woodward." "Talk with respect of your masther's stepson," she replied, indignantly.
The sky will fall some Sunday in the middle of next week, and then for the lark-catching. But tell me, Barney, is Mr. Harry within? because, if he is, I'd thank you to let him know that I wish to see him. I have a bit of favor to ask of him about my uncle Solomon's cabin; the masther's threatnin' to pull it down."
He was a dirty, barefooted, unshorn, ragged ruffian, who ate potatoes in the kitchen of the Court, and had never done a day's work in his life. Such as he was, however, he was presented to Captain O'Kelly, as "his honour the masther's fool." "So, you're my fool, Jack, are ye?" said the Captain. "Faix, I war the lord's fool ance; but I'll no be anybody's fool but Sim Lynch's, now.
Rainey, released from the masther's grip, fell overboard in the dark night." Nothing was said by any person in the court except a suppressed "Bah!" from Calvin Van de Lear. "Silence! Order! I won't!" exclaimed the lame magistrate, rising from his seat. "Now! Go on!" "I dropped both oars in me terror, and one of them floated away in the dark. We all stood up in the boat.
Still, they respected and to a certain extent loved him; "for why? wasn't he the masther's son, and wouldn't he be the masther hisself?" And he had a regard, perhaps an affection, for the poor creatures; against any one else he would defend them; and would they but coin their bones into pounds, shillings, and pence, he would have been as tender to them as a man so nurtured could be.
"Bravo, boys success, masther; lie into him where's your huntin' horn, Mr. Kavanagh? he'll bate yez if ye don't take the wind of him. Well done, Callaghan, keep up yer heart, yer sowl, and you'll do it asy you're gaining' on them, ma bouchal the masther's down, you gallows clip, an' there's none but the scholars afther ye he's safe."
"Well," says Jack, "I'm afeard ye are after gettin' poor Roseen into throuble; there's the great blow-up entirely goin' on beyant there at the house. The masther's murdherin' Roseen for the way the two of yez has been goin' on. He had her crying, the poor little girl," says Jack; "I h'ard her through the windy," says he.
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