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"Th' bhoys, sir, have been thinkin' as how we would loike to ixpress our appreciation av what ye've done for us, sir, in a little spache, something loike a little spache av wilcome, sir, an' asked me to do it, if ye don't moind." "Go ahead," nodded Madden, "but don't expect much of a response from me. I'm no speaker and " "Go on, Mike!" "Go to it, Mike!"
It's proud ye should be to have spache with a real gentleman and a British officer, ye poor haythen vagabond!" It may be observed that the last sentence was uttered in the possible, though not the certain and obvious hearing of the officer alluded to. "Why, Grady, what have you been up to?" was the question which greeted him. "Sure and I've made an important capture; look at the clothes of him!
"H-mm!" grunted Slavin, summing up the situation with native simplicity, "That's ut, eh? but, for all ye have th' spache an' manners av a ginthleman ranker somehow somehow I misdoubt ye're a way-back waster like Misther Yorkey here!" That hardened "ginthleman," absently sipping his coffee, flung a faintly-derisive, patient smile at his accuser.
The men was goin' roun' an' about like dumb sheep, waitin' for the nex' man to fall over, an' sayin' undher their spache, 'Fwhat is ut? In the name av God, fwhat is ut? 'Twas horrible.
"'Tis thrue," admitted Mrs. Dempsey, "that he seems to be a sort iv a Dago, and too coolchured in his spache for a rale gentleman. But ye may be misjudgin' him. Ye should niver suspect any wan of bein' of noble descint that pays cash and pathronizes the laundry rig'lar." "He's the same thricks of spakin' and blarneyin' wid his hands," sighed Katy, "as the Frinch nobleman at Mrs.
"'An' now? she sez, lookin' at him; an' the red paint stud lone on the white av her face like a bull's-eye on a target. "He lifted up his eyes, slow an' very slow, an' he looked at her long an' very long, an' he tuk his spache betune his teeth wid a wrench that shuk him. "'I'm dyin', Aigypt dyin', he says; ay, those were his words, for I remimber the name he called her.
"Thin thot Durade lost his spache fer a minnit, foamin' at the mouth wid rage. If yez niver seen a greaser mad thin yez niver seen the rale thin'. His face changed yaller an' ould an' wrinkled, wid spots of red. His lip curled up loike a wolf's, an' his eyes they wint down to little black points of hell's fire. He wuz crazy. "'Look at her! he yelled. 'Allie Lee! Flesh an' blood yez can't deny!
"A brave man you are," thinks I "a brave man an' a bad woman." 'No wan said a word for a time. They was all ashamed, past spache. "Fwhat d'you think he will do?" sez wan av thim at last. "He knows we're all in ut." "Are we so?" sez I from my cot. "The man that sez that to me will be hurt.
"Which one do you prefir?" says the Pope; "that is," says he, "which figure of spache do you find most usefullest when you're hard set?" "Metaphour's very good," says his Riv'rence, "and so's mettonymy, and I've known prosodypeia stand to me at a pinch mighty well, but for a constancy, superbaton's the figure for my money.
'I should miss me slape, Mike, says he, 'if it shouldn't all come back to ye. 'An' if it don't, says I, 'there'll be two uv us lyin' awake, an' ye'll have plinty of company; an' what they lose in dhraimin' they'll take out in cussin', says I. 'Mike, says he, 'ye hadn't better do it, an' if ye do, I don't take no resk; an' says I, 'they're all goin' in, an' I'm goin' wid 'em. 'Very well, says he, lookin' kind o' sorry, and then, be gorry, he scooped the whole pile, an' barrin' the ile uv his purty spache, divil a bit have I seen more nor four dollars."
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