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At last his road led by the side of a bog, and there was a poor ass up to his shoulders near a big bunch of grass he was striving to come at. "Ah, then, Jack asthore," says he, "help me out or I'll be drowned." "Never say't twice," says Jack, and he pitched in big stones and sods into the slob, till the ass got good ground under him.
On the evening before, several of his more distant relatives came to take their farewell of him, and, in compliance with the usages of Irish hospitality, they were detained for the night. They did not, however, come empty-handed: some brought money; some brought linen, stockings, or small presents "jist, Jimmy, asthore, to keep me in yer memory, sure, and nothin' else it is for, mavourneen."
He didn't say 'Thank you' at all. What he did say was 'Nex'-Clis'mas-socks, all in one word, and you couldn't have widened his smile without shifting his ears further back!" "Merry Christmas, Norah, asthore!" said a cheerful voice, and Norah turned to greet Wally. So Wally had to hear the story of Lee Wing all over again, and they were laughing over it when Mr.
Her mind has been poisoned against him; but little she knows him, or she'd not turn from him as she did. An' now, Bridget, asthore machree, is it come to this wid me? I must lave you for ever. I must lave as my father said, that went this day to heaven as you know, now I must lave, as he said, the ould places.
Dang me, but I'd like to have a bit o' fun with the gauger to see if my hand's still ready for practice." "Oh, thin, Pether, how can you talk that way, asthore? Now if what I'm sayin' was left to yourself wouldn't you be apt to plan it as I'm doin'? wouldn't you, acushla? Throth, I know you're to cute an' sinsible not to do it."
"What makes you afeard of poor Donnel, asthore?" asked her mother "a man that wouldn't injure a hair of your head, nor of one belongin' to you, an' never did." "Why, when my father," she returned, "spoke about the coat there, an' just as Donnel started, I looked at it, an' seen it movin', I don't know why, but I got afeard of him."
Hugh, do you know, asthore, how the wife of your heart fought for you? Your own poor, weak, sorrowful, heart-broken, but loving wife, that was as feeble as an infant this mornin'! But who gave her the strength to put down a strong and wicked man'? The God the good God and to him be the glory! in whose bosom you are now happy. Ay, we conquered ha ha ha we conquered we conquered ha ha ha!"
Were ye raised in this post av haythins?" "Maren Le Moyne of Grand Portage. My father was a smith." "Of Grand Portage! An' ye are so far inland! I am Sheila O'Halloran, av all Oirland, an' wife to Terence th' same, yer fri'nd for always, asthore, f'r niver will I be forgettin' this time!" She turned to the fair woman, smiling and alight. "Did ye iver dhrame av such romance, my dear?" she asked.
She ran to Art, she flung her arms about his neck, and exclaimed "Oh, Art dear, Art dear, be consoled: take consolation if you can, or you will break my heart. Forgive you asthore! you, you that would shed your blood for him! don't you know he would forgive you? Sure, I forgive you his mother, his poor, distracted, heart-broken mother forgives you in his name I forgive you."
"Kathleen," he observed to his wife, one day, about a, year or more after they had begun to beg; "Kathleen, I have been turnin' it in my mind, that some of these childhre might sthrive to earn their bit an' sup, an' their little coverin' of clo'es, poor things. We might put them to herd cows in the summer, an' the girshas to somethin' else in the farmers' house. What do you think, asthore?"
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