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Elmendorf last there?" he presently inquired. "All last week, sorr; three times at least I let him into the library as usual, but he only stayed there awhile. He was talkin' outside wid Tim an hour." The major turned away in deep thought.
How does ut come about, sorr, that when a man has put the comether on wan woman, he's sure bound to put it on another? 'Tis the same thing at musketry. Wan day ivry shot goes wide or into the bank, an' the next, lay high lay low, sight or snap, ye can't get off the bull's-eye for ten shots runnin'. 'That only happens to a man who has had a good deal of experience.
And Kennedy, his head cleared now through the rapture of battle, minded him of his promise to Field, and lied like a hero. "Sure, how should I know him, sorr? They're all of the same spit." "But, he called you by name. I heard him plainly. So did Meisner, here," protested Blake.
"They was gettin' the rig'mints away wan by wan, the campaign bein' inded, but as ushuil they was behavin' as if niver a rig'mint had been moved before in the mem'ry av man. Now, fwhy is that, Sorr? There's fightin' in an' out nine months av the twelve somewhere in the Army. There has been for years an' years an' years, an' I wud ha' thought they'd begin to get the hang av providin' for throops.
A little way past the great Carmelite Convent I encountered an old man, who showed me the fatal spot. A pleasant country road with fair green meadows on each side, a house or two not far away, the fields all fenced with the stone walls characteristic of the County Galway. "'Twas here, Sorr, that the guns came over the wall.
"Arrah sure and we will, sorr," said Mr McCarthy, bursting into a regular roar of laughter, in which Mr Meldrum and the others joined Mrs Major Negus being especially prominent in her merriment, as she always was when anything was said to the American's disadvantage, he being apparently her direct antipathy.
"Quite riddy, sorr," replied Tim, looking up at the first mate and the man in the oilskin, whom I now knew to be the Thames pilot, as they leaned over the poop rail. "Lasteways, as soon as iver I can rache the fo'c's'le." "Carry-on then.
Another youngster from Leadenhall Street eh?" He looked at me inquiringly as he asked the question. "Yes, sorr. He's Misther Gray-ham, sorr; jist come down to jine the Silver Quane, sorr, as foorst-class apprentice," replied the boatswain with a sly wink to the other, which I was quick enough to catch.
"I'm Bridget Mahoney, young masther," the old Irishwoman answered, "at your service, sorr." "I hear you haven't found your son yet," Hamilton said; "did you write to him before you left the old country?" "I did, dear, but I intoirely disremember what I did wid the letther.
I wakened early, rang a bell connecting my rooms with the chauffeur's end of the garage as a warning to the Flynns to prepare breakfast, and was dressed when the Irishman came in with the tray. In the absence of a morning paper I clung to him for company. "I trust you will not be leaving, sorr," he remarked, eyeing my half-packed trunk. "Very soon, Flynn."
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