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Giving the visitor no opportunity to speak, Riley placed his hand gently upon his arm, and addressed him beseechingly. "Jimmie, me la-ad," the old man said, "is it raly yersel' come ter see ye'er ol' fa-ather? I can't belave it, indade I can't; but 'tain't this we must be talkin' about now. I know it's th' great man ye are, but ye wuddent queer ye'er fa-ather by comin' ter th' front dure, wud ye?
'I cudden't, he says, 'I cudden't stay in Wash'nton, he says, 'with you so far away, he says, 'where I cudden't watch ye, he says. 'Ye're th' on'y man in th' wurruld I care f'r, he says, 'but mesilf. he says. 'An', he says, 'I'd fall weepin' on ye'er shoulder this minyit, he says; 'but I don't want to be disrayspectful be turnin' me back on Misther Hanna, he says.
Ye'er well rid of him, my dear. 'I never shall forget him, Pauline said gravely, 'and he can't get away from God, Deacon Croaker. She counted the bills as she hurried along. It would just make enough, with the butter money. That was all she had for clothes for herself and Polly but Polly had enough for a while, and she could go without.
Takin' it all an' all I'd rather be where I am thin on a throne, an' be th' look iv things I'll have me wish. 'Tis no aisy job bein' a king barrin' th' fact that ye don't have to marry th' woman iv ye'er choice but th' woman iv somebody else's. 'Tis like takin' a conthract an' havin' th' union furnish th' foreman an' th' mateeryal.
'We thank ye kindly; but we believe, he says, 'in pathronizin' home industhries, he says. 'An, he says, 'I have on hand, he says, 'an' f'r sale, he says, 'a very superyor brand iv home-made liberty, like ye'er mother used to make, he says.
Dooley, "but he was in here Choosday. 'Did ye vote? says I. 'I did, says he. 'Which wan iv th' distinguished bunko steerers got ye'er invalu'ble suffrage? says I. 'I didn't have none with me, says he, 'but I voted f'r Charter Haitch, says he. 'I've been with him in six ilictions, says he, 'an' he's a good man, he says.
'With th' aid iv a small boy, who can shovel more love letthers an' pothry overboard thin anny wan I iver see, he says, 'I'm able to clane up me hero business before noon ivry day, he says. 'What's ye'er name? he says. 'Hobson, says th' loot. 'Niver heerd iv ye, says Cousin George.
Father Kelly sniffed th' air whin he come in; an' says he, 'Terence, what's th' matther with ye'er catch basin? 'I dinnaw, growled Terence. 'Well, says Father Kelly, 'ye put on ye'er hat this minyit, an' go out f'r a plumber, he says. 'I'm not needed here, he says. 'Ye'er sowls ar-re all r-right, he says; 'but ye'er systems ar-re out iv ordher, he says.
Did ye iver have to lay on ye'er stummick with ye'er nose burrid in th' Lord knows what while things was whistlin' over ye that, if they iver stopped whistlin', 'd make ye'er backbone look like a broom? Did ye iver see a man that ye'd slept with th' night before cough, an' go out with his hands ahead iv his face?
'All I've got to do, he says, 'is to set up at th' desk, he says, 'an' not recall th' names iv th' gintlemen on th' flure, an' me jooty's done, he says. 'I thank ye kindly, Willum; but I cannot accept ye'er gin'rous offer, he says. 'Go back to th' cell, he says, 'an' slave like a convict, he says. 'I will not rob me frind, he says, 'iv such an honor.
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