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It seems to me that you have a little chance, I give you. But it seems hard on other people. Oh, Marcos, I hate the idea of it. And yet they are so kind to me all except Sor Teresa. If anybody could make me hate it, she would. She is so unkind and gives me all the punishments she can." Marcos smiled slowly and with great pity, of which men have a better understanding than any woman.
Bonner says, how, the second season in London, Mr. Soppington was a-goin' to propose for her, and actially came one day, and sor her fling a book into the fire, and scold her mother so, that he went down softly by the back droring-room door, which he came in by; and next thing we heard of him was, he was married to Miss Rider.
They listened with smiles or a faint ripple of merry feeling as he greeted each. "Good evening, Mrs. Beach," he would say. "Ah! the snow is falling on thy head. An' the sunlight upon thine, dear girl," he added, taking the hand of the woman's daughter. "An' here's Mr. Tilly back from the far west," he continued. "How fare ye, sor?" "I'm well, but a little too fat," said Thurston Tilly.
"Whom have we here, Fra Clemente?" said one presently, and sent my heart into my throat. But the Capuchin sniggered and touched his nose with his finger; there was an air of low cunning about him very unpleasant to observe. "This, Sor Giacomo," says he with a cackle, "is a little surprise for the Grand Duke a specimen, a rarity, a pretty thing.
He was really somewhat anxious lest the wounds should have taken cold. "If I get well, it will be a miracle," said Sor Tommaso, feebly. "I must think of my soul." "By all means," answered the Scotchman. "It can do your soul no harm, and contemplation rests the body." "You Protestants have not human sentiment," observed the Italian, moving his head slowly on the pillow.
"Over from Dublin this last blessed Wednesday, and a crooil bad poundherin' tit was in the boat, too shpakin'av that same." "Looking for work?" "That is my purshuit at prisint, sor." "Did anything noticeable happen before these troubles of yours began anything here in London or on the journey?"
"It would a-broke the bad luck, sor, to have let him took the Black." "It would have broken his bank, you mean, Mike." "Well, he'll break somewan's back here yet, an' I'm tellin' you that sthraight. They say a black cat's full av th! divil, but Diablo's ould Nick hisself, though I'm sayin'it was th' b'y Shandy's fault sp'ilin' him.
"Donovan, sor," promptly answered my friend the ragged boy without any covering to his feet, whom, of course, he was addressing. "Me name's Mick Donovan, sor." "An Irishman, eh?" "No, sor; Oi'm an Oitalian, yer honour." The master-at-arms burst out laughing, for really the devil-me-care chap's brogue was strong enough to have hung a kettle full of potatoes on it.
"When you're through, O'Hagan," he told the Irishman, "you may come and shave me and lay out my things, if you will." "Very good, sor. In wan minute." But O'Hagan's conception of the passage of time was a thought vague: his one minute had lengthened into ten before he appeared to wait upon his employer.
I want to inspict that game leg o' yours, sor, now that I've sittled your poor f'ind's h'id. Begorrah, colonel, somebody gave him a tidy rap on the skull whin they were about it!" "It was done with a hand-spike," explained the other, groaning with pain as we assisted him to a seat at the further end of the table, where the skipper's armchair was drawn out for him to fix him up more comfortably.
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