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That was thruth, any way; but divil a scruple I'd have in blammin' the other not but that he's one o' the best of his sort. Paddy Dunn, quit lookin' at that crown, but get the shovel an' give the boy his dhrink he's wantin' it." The agitation of spirits produced by Jemmy's cheering interview with the Bishop was, for three days afterwards, somewhat prejudicial to his convalescence.
"The man," continued Hanlon, "that betrayed you gave me one account of what you're about; but whether he tould me thruth or not I don't know till I hear another, an' that's yours. Now, you see clearly, Rody, that I'm up to all as it is, so you need not be a bit backward in tellin' the whole thruth.
I'd surely be proud to see yourself an' myself sittin' in our glory upon our own jauntin'-car. Sure we can afford it, an' ought to have it, too. Bud-an'-ager! what's the rason I didn't, think of it long ago?" "Maybe you did, acushla; but you forgot, it. Wasn't that the way wid you, Pether? Tell the thruth." "Why, thin, bad luck to the lie in it, since you must know.
"I'll tell you what he'd say thin, av he tould the thruth; he'd say there was an honest man living there, which wor niver the case as long as any of his own breed was in it barring Anty, I main; she's honest and thrue, the Lord be good to her, the poor thing. But the porter's not to your liking, Mrs Costelloe you're not tasting it at all this morning."
"Och, honey, and that's the thruth for ye," said the assenting Pat, and together they walked towards the cabin.
That, you see, and your own throubles, put my mind ashanghran for 'a start. But, upon my sanctity, an' sure that's a great oath wid me only for the Holy Carol you bought from me the night before, an' above all touchin' you wid the blessed Cruciwhix, you'd never a' got over the same accident. Oh, you may smile an' shake your head, but it's thruth whether or not! Glory be to God!"
"Because I don't like." "Ah!" exclaimed Goggins. "Well, maybe you're afraid yourself," said Jim, "if you towld thruth." "Just to show you how little I'm afeard," said Goggins, with a swaggering air, "I'll sing another song about Jimmy Barlow." "You'd better not," said Larry Hogan. "Let him rest in pace!" "Fudge!" said Goggins. "Will you join chorus, Jim?" "I will," said Jim, fiercely.
"Here, you, sir: clap this vagabond in the stocks for his insolence. He has come here purposely to insult myself and my son. To the stocks with him at once." "No!" replied Jemmy; "the devil resave the stock will go on him this day. Didn't I hear every word that passed? An' what did he say but the thruth, an' what every one knows to be the thruth?"
"God, He sees, that's only thruth, too, Bridget," he replied; "but still there's some rogue about the place that opened the door for the villins." "Dar ma chuirp, I'll hould goold I put the saddle on the right horse in no time," said Biddy. "Misthress, will you call Kitty Lowry, ma'am, i' you plase?
"Well, binaght lath, a rogarah!* Tell him the thruth to be game, an' he'll find you an' me sweeled together whin he comes out, plase Goodness." * My blessing be with you, you rogue! Phelim was but a few minutes gone, when the old military cap of Fool Art projected from the little bed-room, which a wicker wall, plastered with mud, divided from the other part of the cabin. "Is he gone?" said Art.
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