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"Ellish," said he, in smothered sobs "Ellish, acushla machree, sure I'm wid you here; here I'm sittin' on the bed wid you, achora machree." "Catch my hand, thin. Ah, Pether! won't you pity your Ellish? Won't you pity me won't you pity me? Oh! this pain this pain is killin' me!" "It is, it is, my heart's delight it's killin' us both. Oh, Ellish, Ellish!
And, what waa betther, I bate down Pether M'Entee three-ha'pence a-pound afther I bought them." "Ha! ha! ha! by my sannies, Nancy, as to market-making, they may all throw their caps at you, you thief o' the world; you can do them nately!" "Ha! ha! ha! Stop, Ned; don't drink that water it's not from the garden-well.
The Spaniard of the lower orders has a most Hibernian weakness for anything smacking of conspiracy, or any enterprise which is "agin' the Government." Pether saluted the audience with one mysterious grin, which they appeared to consider as fully explanatory, and then inviting them all to drink with him, put down a peseta, and received much change in greasy bronze.
"'Away, my boys, to horse away, The Chase admits of no delay " "Tom Burton!" re-echoed the father with a groan; "an so you're in Tom Burton's hands! A swindlin', horse-dalin' scoundrel that would chate St. Pether. Hycy, my man, if you go to look for wool to Tom you'll come home shorn."
An', indeed, he never lost anything by that; for if they wor to sell their cow, he should be ped, in regard of the kindly way he gave it to them." * To put over the corpse of a friend, to be drunk at the wake and funeral. "Well, we'll see how they'll manage now that she's gone; but Pether an' the youngest daughter, Mary, is to be pitied."
"I'll back the misthress any money," replied the maid. "Two to one on the masther," said the man. "Whoo! our side o' the house for ever! Come, Pether, hould up your head, there's money bid for you!" "Ellish, I'll fight for you ankle deep," said Katty "depind your life an me."
"Oh, then," said Father Brennan, "if it must be so, why you can have 'Pether, my own pad, and a better you never laid leg over; only give him his own time, and let him keep the 'canter, and he'll never draw up from morning till night; and now I'll just go and have him in readiness for you."
I'm right; and I'll convince you that you're wrong, if God spares me to see Corderius to-morrow." "Very well then, Pether, if you're to decide it to-morrow, let us have no more of it tonight." During this conversation between the two reverend worthies, the group around the fire were utterly astonished at the erudition displayed in this learned dispute.
"There was no time for axin', mother 't was done in a hurry, and I can't help it, so give us your blessing at once." "Tell me who is she, before I give you my blessin'?" "Shan More's sister, ma'am." "Yis, ma'am." "Oh, wirrasthru! plillelew! millia murther!" shouted the mother, tearing her cap off her head, "Oh blessed Vargin, holy St. Dominick, Pether an' Paul the 'possel, what'll I do?
"Sure enough, I wondhered at it," replied Peter, "but, for my own part, I'd give my son to her widout a penny o' fortune, in ordher to be connected wid the priest; an' besides, she's a fine, handsome, good girl ay, an' his fill of a wife, if she had but the shift to her back." "Four hundhre wid a priest's niece, Pether, is before double the money wid any other.
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