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"Yis, Sorr if th' yoong lady says so beg pardon, Sorr, Miss Landis is driving." "Oh h! I see. Is Miss Landis a guest at Shotover House?" "Yis, Sorr. An' if ye would joost ask her the phayton do be coming now, Sorr!" The phaeton was coming; the horse, a showy animal, executed side-steps; blue ribbons fluttered from the glittering head-stall; a young girl in white was driving.
"The what, Mulvaney?" "Fog av fightin'. You know, sorr, that, like makin' love, ut takes each man diff'rint. Now I can't help bein' powerful sick whin I'm in action. Orth'ris, here, niver stops swearin' from ind to ind, an' the only time that Learoyd opins his mouth to sing is whin he is messin' wid other people's heads; for he's a dhirty fighter is Jock.
From all I've seen recently of the way people live in this neighborhood, I don't believe the children have any too much good times." "An' so they should be glad, sorr, but they won't see it that way.
"All ready forward?" shouted the captain, as soon as he saw the crew at their several posts. "Aye, aye, sorr," replied Mr McCarthy. "Ready, aye ready," repeated the captain it was a sort of catch-word of warning to prepare the men for the next word of command, like the "'Tention!" of the drill sergeant to his squad of recruits and he then waved his hand to the man at the wheel to put up the helm.
"Sure and it's a worse look-out than last night, sorr," said the first mate to Mr Meldrum, who was peering out anxiously to windward, the gale veering round just at the most critical time to the northward. "Faix, and I don't think we can weather them islands now, with all this ice about too." "Nor do I," replied Mr Meldrum. "Captain Dinks, we'll have to run for it. Do you think you can wear her?"
"Be glory!" he said, frankly, "it's Bellevue that ye'll be wanting afore long, and badly, too. Come, now, jist jump in again and I'll rowl ye up there quiet and peaceable like. A touch of liver, sorr. I know how it takes them. Maning a drop too much of the 'red-eye," he added, under his breath. "Quiet, there, Noddy, ye black divil."
It was now Tim Rooney's turn, the captain wheeling round on him as soon as he'd done with Matthews. "Really, bosun," he said, "I didn't think a respectable man like you would encourage two boys to fight like that!" "Bedad it wor ownly to privint their bein' onfrindly, sorr," pleaded Tim, looking as much ashamed as his comical twinkling left eye would permit.
Murtagh said, "Ye wish yer neighbour well, Sorr!" The man of God threatened to kick poor Murtagh into the ditch, to which the erring parishioner replied that in that case he would kick the good shepherd like a puppy. "Ah," said Father Fagan, "you ruffian, you'll want me at the Last Day," and refused to hear his wife's confession.
I arose from my chair and paced the room for two or three minutes, wondering what I could say. Of course the man was lying, I thought. Then I pulled myself together. "Barney," I said, severely, "what's the use? Do you expect me to believe any such cock-and-bull story as that?" "No, sorr," said he. "But thim's the facts." "Do you mean to say that this house of mine is haunted?" I cried.
Did you iver feel that way, sorr? I snored gently, knowing that if Mulvaney were uninterrupted he would go on. The clamour from the bivouac fires beat up to the stars, as the rival singers of the companies were pitted against each other. 'So I felt that way an' a bad time ut was.
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