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The only native names, before the reign of Elizabeth, which we find associated in any sense with the "reformation," are John Coyn, or Quin, Bishop of Limerick, and Dominick Tirrey, Bishop of Cork and Cloyne. Dr. Quin was promoted to the See in 1522, and resigned his charge in the year 1551. He is called a "favourer" of the new doctrines, but it is not stated how far he went in their support.
It was evidently something she could not explain, for she sat staring gloomily at the wall above the bed, then she said abruptly: "Well, I must be going. Good-by if I don't see you again!" "But you will," announced Quin fiercely. "You are going to see me next Sunday at the Martels'. I'll be there if I land in the guard-house for it." "Why, your time's up Saturday, isn't it? Oh!
"Quin etiam dominus ac Princeps alioquin generosus et humanus, cum ipsum ob invidiam meam et accusatorum multitudinem deseruisset, et ipse multis modis conflictatus est gravibus morbis, cæde propriæ neptis
Colley's reminiscences were interrupted by loud applause from the theater; the present seldom gives the past a long hearing. The old war-horse cocked his ears. "It is Woffington speaking the epilogue," said Quin. "Oh, she has got the length of their foot, somehow," said a small actress. "And the breadth of their hands, too," said Pomander, waking from a nap.
"Tell me first about yourself. What sort of a place is this you are living in?" "You mustn't criticize our suite!" she said gaily. "This is a combination bedroom, dining-room, and kitchen. I am the cook and housemaid, and Papa Claude is the butler. You ought to see the way I've learned to cook on the chafing-dish!" Quin was not in the least interested in her culinary accomplishments.
A similar idea had evidently occurred to the young lady, for she said with some spirit: "The only difference I can see between these boys and you is that they are privates who got over, and you are an officer who didn't." Quin could not hear the answer, but as the officer shifted his position he caught his first glimpse of the girl.
During one of these intervals he even succeeded in making Mowla Buksh partially sit down. "`Och! now or niver! Off wid ye! yelled a splitting voice close to my ear! I need not tell you whose voice that was, or that its owner was skipping about like a gorilla, almost as mad as the elephant!" "Ah! sor," interrupted Quin, "don't ye remimber how yourself was but I'll have mercy on ye! Go on, sor."
"You have," began Quin, "no " "I don't care a curse," said Lambert, violently, "whether I have 'a delicate sense of humour' or not. I won't stand it. It's all a confounded fraud. There's no joke in those infernal tales at all. You know there isn't as well as I do." "Well," replied Quin, slowly, "it is true that I, with my rather gradual mental processes, did not see any joke in them.
"We got to go to the Hawaiian Garden now, because it's the only place that's free!" "I'll be hanged if I know what you want to go to a dance for," argued his companion fiercely. "Here you been on your back for six months, and your legs so shaky they won't hardly hold you. Don't you know you can't dance?" "Sure," agreed Quin amicably. "I don't mean to dance.
As it happened, it turned out not to be the minister at all. But in the dead man's pocket there was a return ticket to Maidstone." There was a short pause as Quin and his friends Barker and Lambert went swinging on through the slushy grass of Kensington Gardens. Then Auberon resumed. "That story," he said reverently, "is the test of humour."
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