United States or Guatemala ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Well, child, yes I've no objection. Write as follows no write anything you please and I'll sign it. I wish your uncle William was come." This was more than I did. I had a great mind to show him O'Brien's letter, but I thought it would be cruel to raise doubts, and, harass the mind of a person so close to the brink of the grave.
"I'll try," replied Dennis, and judging by the sound, he did try then and there, singing as he twirled, "Bad luck to this marching, Pipe-claying and starching, How neat one must be to be killed by the French!" But O'Brien's audible delight and the progress of the song were checked by the lieutenant, who had dressed himself, and was now in the sitting-room. "O'Brien!" "Sorr!" "If Mr.
In front of Flood and O'Brien's saloon a hand fell heartily upon Benito's shoulder. "Come in and have a drink," James Lick invited. Lick had "made a pile" of late. He was building a big hotel on Montgomery street; was recognized as one of San Francisco's financiers. He took Benito by the arm. "We've got to celebrate. I've made ten thousand on my Ophir shares. Carrying any mining stock, Benito?"
Dirty O'Brien's saloon was a fitting setting for a proprietor with such a name.
"The spacious Shenan spreading like a sea," thus answers to the description of Spenser; for a long space its course is so gentle that ancient writers supposed its name to have been derived from "Seen-awn," the slow river; and for many miles, between O'Brien's Bridge and Limerick, it rolls so rapidly along as almost to be characterized as a series of cataracts.
If I were in your place, if I liked her, I would do so as soon as possible. It might save her from humiliation from a great trouble." Being a duffer, I could only say once again, "By Jove!" I didn't sleep much that night, for thinking of Monny; and when I did sleep, I dreamed of her; tangled dreams, in which she was Monny Gilder with Brigit O'Brien's eyes. Could it be possible that she liked me?
Hooper lost her hat in the woods, and Mrs. Graves lost part of her habit coming through that break in the hedge over there. That skinny Miss Elperson, who never before has had nerve enough to jump her horse over the lawn hose, cleared the wall that runs along O'Brien's mill, nobody's ever done it before, and she came in hanging to the horse's mane and yelling like a wild-cat.
Mr Maurice Healy, who had been elected for Cork City by an overwhelming majority over the nominee of "the leaders" after Mr O'Brien's retirement, was unconstitutionally and improperly refused admission to the Party, although he was quite prepared to sign the pledge to sit, act, and vote with it.
He had the outward placidity of corpulent people, a natural artlessness of demeanour which was amusing and attractive, and there was something shrewd in his simplicity. Indeed, he must have displayed much tact and shrewdness to have defeated all O'Brien's efforts to oust him from his position of confessor to the household.
About th' time th' lord chamberlain wint over to tell her she was queen, an' she came out in her nitey to hear th' good news, I was announced into this wurruld iv sin an' sorrow. So ye see we've reigned about th' same lenth iv time, an' I ought to be cillybratin' me di'mon' jubilee. I wud, too, if I had anny di'mon's. Do ye r-run down to Aldherman O'Brien's an' borrow twinty or thirty f'r me.
Word Of The Day