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Unless he was sickening for the scarlet fever she didn't know in her seven sinses what was a-matter with him these days. He was as white as a ghost, and as thin as a shadder, and no wonder neither, for he didn't eat enough to keep body and soul together.
"That you did, indeed," replied the grateful boy. "I would have gone to jail but for you." "Ye same to be a wide-awake boy, and ye kape yer sinses about ye at all times. Ye are looking for a place to stay?" "Yes." "There isn't much of the night left, but I'll find ye what ye want."
There ain't nothing like being scared out of their wits for making women reasonable it's about the only time they have their sinses, so far as I know." "If she won't come, what then?" Caius demanded hastily. "My woife says that if ye're not more of a fool than we take ye for, she'll go." There was something in the mechanical repetition of what his wife had said that made Caius suspect.
"Bah!" whispered Larry to the man next him; "he knows that he's too tough and dry for any savage in his siven sinses to ait him, cooked or raw, and so he hopes to escape." "Mr Cupples is right, lads," said the captain; "we'd have no chance in a fair fight, an' though I make no doubt we should kill double our number in the scrimmage, what good would that do?"
We saw nothing of the kind," pursued Howard. The fellow looked too full of indignation to speak. "What is getting into your heads? Ye saam to be losing your sinses intirely." "And I can say I saw none of them touch you." "Then you was blind," was the indignant retort. "Ye harrd him sing out at me heels, didn't you?"
"They shan't part us they shan't tear us asunder! No, no, Owen, I will go wid you to preson! Oh, is id come to this wid us? You to be dhragged from home, accused of murdher and I I Father of marcies, keep me in my sinses I'm goin' mad wild, wild mad!"
"If you plaize, sor," he said, pulling his forelock, "the docthor would loike to say yez in the sick bay." "Indeed, Macan," I cried. "Do you know what he wants me for?" "The jintleman we tuk off the wrack's rekivered his sinses, an' none ov us, sure, can under-constubble his furrin lingo barrin' yersilf, sor. So, the docther wants ye fur to say what he's jabberin' about."
"But I tell yez I did hear a crack; and, be my sowl! it was the sargint's rifle, or I've lost me sinses intirely." "What is it?" I asked, attracted to the conversation of my comrades. "Chane says he heard a shot, and thinks it was Lincoln's," answered Clayley. "His gun has a quare sound, Captain," said the Irishman, appealing to me.
At last a man entered the room, dressed in rather shabby black, whom I afterwards learned to be the butler. "What is your name, my friend?" said I, determined to make an ally of the man. "My name? Why Larry sure, yer honer. And the masther is out of his sinses in a hurry, becase yer honer don't come down." "Is he though?
'By the hokey, this is too bad intirely, says the dhraggin; 'but if you won't let go, says he, 'by the powers o' wildfire, I'll give you a ride that 'ill astonish your siven small sinses, my boy'; and, with that, away he flew like mad; and where do you think he did fly? bedad, he flew sthraight for Dublin, divil a less.
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