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'I'll have to hire two or three dhrays, he says; 'an' 'tis late. 'Well, says Flaherty, 'I'm appinted be th' parish to cut th' ca-ards with ye, he says, 'whether ye're to give back what ye won or take what's left. ''Tis fair, says Burke; 'an', whoiver wins, 'tis f'r a good cause. An' he puts th' watches an' th' money on th' table. "'High man, says Flaherty. 'High man, says Burke.
"Sure, you've give me a nice fright prowlin' about like thaves and whoiver may be the ould man wid ye? The mistress'll stand no tramps or beggars about, as well you know." "He's no tramp or beggar," I retorted, stoutly, "he's Granfa." "Granfa! Granfa who? Noan o' your nonsense, now, byes. What's the truth now, spit it out!"
'Whoiver can it be, this time o' neet? said Margaret and she looked at the old clock 'why, it's close on middle-neet! She hesitated a moment, then she went to the door, and bent her mouth to the chink 'Who are yo? What d' yo want? she asked, in a distinct but low voice, so as not to disturb 'Lias. No answer for a minute. Then her ear caught some words from outside.
Instinctively the boys drew near to one another, and there came back to me the memory of that pathetic look in his eyes as we talked of our troubles down in the tavern stables two nights before: "Whoiver it's laid on to suffer," I could almost hear him saying it. And then I did hear his voice, low and clear, a faint call again, as I had heard it before. "Phil, oh Phil, come!"
"Whoiver that man with Jean was, he's a 'was' now for good. Jean fixed him." "Tell me, O'mie, what's he done?" I asked eagerly. "They seemed to be quarrellin'. I heard Jean say, 'You can't get off too quick; Satanta has got men hired to scalp you; now take my word. An' the Le Claire one laughed, oh, hateful as anything could be, and says, 'I'm not afraid of Satanta.
She might stop here till the five, and we 'll find out all about her. She 'll have a very lonesome day, whoiver she is. Did you see that old goat 'ating the best of me fairy-fingers that all bloomed the day?" she asked eagerly, afraid that the conversation might come to an end at any moment; but Mrs. Connelly took no notice of so trivial a subject.
Ryan come tumbling in the next minute, spattered with water from the tank. 'Well, then, says he, 'is your fine company gone? "'He is, says I. 'I don't know is it some superintendent? He 's a nice man, Mr. Ryan, whoiver he is, says I. "''T is the Gineral Manager of the Road, says he; 'that's who he is, sure!
Mike was serving his friends; there was a clink of glass and a stirring and shaking, a pungent odor of tobacco, and much laughter. "Soombody, whoiver it was, thrun a cat down in Tom Auley's well las' night," announced Corny Sullivan with more than usual gravity. "They'll have no luck thin," says Jerry. "Anybody that meddles wid wather 'ill have no luck while they live, faix they 'ont thin."
Dean within? I demanded of the dame. 'Mistress Dean? Nay! she answered, 'she doesn't bide here: shoo's up at th' Heights. 'Are you the housekeeper, then? I continued. 'Eea, aw keep th' hause, she replied. 'Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I wonder? I wish to stay all night. 'T' maister! she cried in astonishment. 'Whet, whoiver knew yah wur coming?
We're goin' to stand shoulder to shoulder, an' we'll save this town from harm, whativer may come in betwane, an' whoiver av us it's laid on to suffer, in the ind we'll win. For why? We are on the right side, an' can count on the same Power that's carried men aven to the inds av the earth to fight an' die fur what's right. Will ye be av us, boys? We've niver had no split in our gang yet.
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