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"F'rm this counthry," said Mr. Dooley. "I shud think," Mr. Hennessy protested stoutly, "if he's ashamed iv this counthry he wudden't want to take money f'rm it." "That's where ye're wrong," Mr. Dooley replied. "Take money annywhere ye find it. I'd take money f'rm England, much as I despise that formerly haughty but now dejected land, if I cud get anny from there.
For there's queer folks in Jamaica, I'm told. So I said I was Michael Clones, and at that he doffed his hat and held out a hand. 'Well, here's luck, said he. 'Luck at the very start! I've heard of you from my mistress. You're servant to Mr. Dyck Calhoun ain't that it? And I nodded, and he smiled again a smile that'd cost money annywhere else than in Jamaica.
'I can't hear ye, he says. 'Sing it, he says. 'Write it to me on a postal ca-ard at Mahdrid, he says. 'Don't stop me now, he says. 'This is me, busy day, he says; an' away he goes with a piece iv lead pipe in wan hand an' a couplin' pin in th' other. "What'll we do with him? We can't catch up with him. He's goin' too fast. Mack's a week behind him ivry time he stops annywhere.
Whin ye come to think iv it 'tis wondherful that anny man cud cross th' Atlantic in annything. Th' Atlantic Ocean is a fine body iv wather, but it's a body iv wather just th' same. It wasn't intinded to be thravelled on. Ye cud put ye'er foot through it annywhere. It's sloppy goin' at best. Th' on'y time a human being can float in it is afther he's dead.
"Don't you be after miscallin' me, ma'am. Sure I can get forty shillings a wake annywhere an' not be insulted by anny wan, instead av thirty here, which I do be thinkin' is not the place to shuit me" and the indignant daughter of the Emerald Isle, a fresh-complexioned, handsome young woman, tossed her pretty head and marched out. So Mrs.
'An', says Joe Chamberlain, he says, 'Be hivins, they shall vote, he says. 'Is it, he says, 'possible that at this stage iv th' world's progress' he says, 'an English gintleman shud be denied, he says, 'th' right to dhrop off a thrain annywhere in th' civilized wurruld an' cast his impeeryal vote? he says.
Th' divvle I do! "That's what I was goin' to say," Mr. Hennessy remarked. 'Ye wudden't live annywhere but here." "No," said Mr. Dooley, "I wudden't. I'd rather be Dooley iv Chicago than th' Earl iv Peltvule. It must be that I'm iv th' fightin' kind."
"Who's there? Come in! Come in, can't ye?" A telegram, the orange envelope dark with wet, was handed to him. He read it. "No answer," he said, getting up quickly. "Well, bad manners to the woman! Such a day to choose!" "What is it, lovey? Don't tell me it's a sick call! You couldn't possibly go annywhere this evening!" cried Mrs.
"Las' summer there wasn't a warmer pathrite annywhere in our imperyal dominions thin this same Aggynaldoo. I was with him mesilf. Says I: 'They'se a good coon, I says.
Francis looked up at her in mute gratitude from where he sat. "An' now clear out, lie down and rest, down on the couch or annywhere ye like, till I see what's to be done to this girl," she went on. He went out without a word, and sat down on the window-seat, where the banjo lay, still, and picked it up mechanically.
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