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Even the class-teachers had broken the rails out of the Windsor chair-backs, and joined the hideous fray, irrespective of age or sex. "Miss Maloney Miss Geoghegan I am shocked appalled! In the name of decency I command yees to desist!" "Hit him again, Moggy Lenahan, a taste lower down!" "Serve you right, Mulcahy! why would you march wid the Green?" Thirty years ago.
Sure 'tis to the right shop ye've come, anyway, for 'tis daughthers I have meself, me dear fine, sthrappin' girls as could put you in their pockits. Ye poor little crather! Oh! Murther! Who could harm the like of ye? Faix, I hope that ould divil of an aunt o' yours won't darken these doors, or she'll git what she won't like from Biddy Mulcahy. There now! There now!
"That's not so bad as hintin' we should loose off on the colonel." "Colonel be sugared! I'd as soon as not put a shot through his helmet to see him jump and clutch his old horse's head. But Mulcahy talks o' shootin' our comp'ny orf'cers accidental." "He said that, did he?" said Horse Egan. "Somethin' like that, anyways.
"It was with much doubt that Father Mulcahy awaited the result of his test; but Matthew drank about a pint of the consecrated water, and a short conversation made all plain to the priest, and to poor Matthew, to whom the various events were far from being a matter of mirth.
'And what, said Mulcahy in an awe-stricken whisper, after some conversation on the eternal subject, 'are you going to do to me, Dan? This might have been the language of an able conspirator conciliating a weak spirit. 'You'll see, said Dan grimly, turning over in his cot, 'or I rather shud say you'll not see. This was hardly the language of a weak spirit. Mulcahy shook under the bed-clothes.
Don't let your ears be scruffed by mischief-makers, boys. Let's have our city come through with a clean name! I'm going to do my part as best I can. But you've all got to do yours understand that!" He smacked his fist down into his palm. "Do you bromise me dot Karl Trimbach gets dot seat?" boomed Mr. Weisner. "The same question goes as to th' Hon'rable Danyel O'Donnell," said Adherent Mulcahy.
Yes, the Mavericks had fraternised with the native troops. Who then was the agent among the latter that had blindly wrought with Mulcahy so well? An officer slunk, almost ran, from the mess to a barrack. He was mobbed by the infuriated soldiery, who closed round but did not kill him, for he fought his way to shelter, flying for the life. Mulcahy could have wept with pure joy and thankfulness.
But WE, Horse and I we'll stay by you, Mulcahy, and never let you go. Maybe there'll be an accident. 'It's playing it low on me. Let me go. For pity's sake let me go. I never did you harm, and and I stood you as much beer as I could. Oh, don't be hard on me, Dan! You are you were in it too. You won't kill me up there, will you?
A fine stone bridge, garrisoned by salmon-fishers, leads to the Anglers' Rest, and here I found a splendid character, one Dennis Mulcahy, who boasted of his successful resistance to the Land League.
My partner was enormously pleased at this compliment to his prowess; for months afterwards he used to chuckle at the remembrance of it. After Mulcahy moved up to "The Reef" he kept more than ever to himself, discouraging advances even from me. This, we afterwards found, was due to his having struck rich gold from the very first, and to his desire to keep the circumstance from being known.
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