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"Och! ye big villain," muttered the Irishman to himself, as he put down his head and rushed against the carpenter like a battering-ram. Big though he was, Grim staggered back from the impetuous shock, and O'Riley, following up his advantage, kicked the ball in a side direction, away from everyone except Buzzby, who happened to have been steering rather wildly over the field of ice.
"Och! now, hit fair, Glynn, darlint; put it right in betwane me two eyes!" Glynn laughed hysterically, in spite of himself. "What mean you by stopping me?" he asked somewhat sternly. "Shure, I mane that I'll go for the grog meself. Ye've done more nor yer share o' the work this mornin', an' it's but fair to give a poor fellow a chance.
"Och! ye've got it, ye have," he exclaimed, at intervals. "Happy day! who'd ha' thought it? to see him tumbled in the mud after all by purty little Ailie and Jacko. Come here to me Jacko, owld coon. Oh, ye swate cratur!"
"Och, thin, but the sheets isn't aired no faix; and I'm thinking the gentleman as is a going isn't gone yet." But I insisted on going up at once; and, grumbling, she followed me.
"And you would be the Earl when your father dies, if it wasna for your brother?" he added. "Yes!" I answered. "Man, it must be a dreadful temptation." "What must be?" "Och! to keep from puttin' something in his whisky; to keep from flinging him ower the window or droppin' a flower pot on his heid, maybe. If my ain father had been an Earl, Angus Robertson would never have lived to blow the pipes.
"Troth, the deuce a temptation 'ud iver bother thim, while there was anyone else to be had, divil a one o' them 'ud be there at all, if they iver got the temptation to marry, och I know all about 'volunthry sayclusion, I'd do it meself rather than be an ould maid."
While I was revolving in my own mind what would be the best to read to him, the book was rudely wrenched from my hand by a tall, gaunt woman, who just then entered the room. "Och! what do you mane by disturbing him in his dying moments wid yer thrash? It is not the likes o' you that shall throuble his sowl! The praste will come and administher consolation to him in his last exthremity."
Then glared with awe at what he had done, and broke down. "Well, my little man?" said Dodd gently. Thus encouraged, the boy gave a great gulp, and burst in in a brogue, "Och your arnr, sure there's no rudder on her at all barrin the tiller." "What d'ye mean?" "Don't murder me, your arnr, and I'll tell ye. It's meself looked over the starrn just now; and I seen there was no rudder at all at all.
Och, murther! if there isn't Bobby Selkirk gone an' tumbled into Port Hamilton wid the cabbage, av it's not the carrots!" "There now, don't talk so much, boys," cried Peter Logan. "Let's drink success to the Bell Rock Lighthouse." It need scarcely be said that this toast was drunk with enthusiasm, and that it was followed up with "three times three." "Now for a song.
"Och!" the doctor answered for her, "Tillie she ain't so easy hurt to her feelin's, are you, Tillie? Gosh, Teacher, them manners you got must keep you busy! Well, sometimes I think I'm better off if I stay common. Then I don't have to bother." The door leading from the bar-room opened suddenly and Jacob Getz stood on the threshold. "Well, Tillie," he said by way of greeting.
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