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Her first two or three showed a shy pleasure in the use of the word "dear," and I remember being first puzzled and then, when I understood, delighted, because she had written "Willie ASTHORE" under my name. "Asthore," I gathered, meant "darling." But when the evidences of my fermentation began, her answers were less happy.
Friend, assuredly, for friendship was not a thing of time, but hearts alike, and they had turned together with the first look. So they sat a while, these two from the ends of the earth, and the warm Irish heart cleared itself of tears, like April weather, to come up laughing in another moment. "An' to think ye niver told us your name, asthore!" she said, wiping her eyes; "nor yer home place!
Following such an outburst, Michael Duveen would exhibit penitence which was almost as shocking as his brutality but it was always to Flamby that he came for forgiveness, bringing some love-gift which he would proffer shamefacedly, tears trembling in his eyes. "Ask your mother to come into town with me, Flamby asthore; I've seen a fine coat at Dale's that'll make her heart glad."
Softly at first, then gathering volume as the spirit of the song gripped him, he began to sing 'Asthore'. He became absorbed. He had just, for the sixth time, won through to 'Iyam-ah waiting for-er theeee-yass-thorre, and was doing some intricate three-chord work preparatory to starting over again, when a loaf of bread whizzed past his ear.
'Enough's as good as a faist, yer honour, cried the stranger, skipping from side to side, and evading the blows very skilfully; 'pon my sowl, yer honour 'ud do for a fair or a wake. 'Tis madam as has the heart an' the conscience for the poor Irish, an' miss, too, asthore!
"Och! och! asthore, asthore! you're lyin' there an', oh, Ellish, avourneen, could you think that I I would spare money trash to bring you to glory wid the angels o' heaven! No, no, Father dear. It's good, an' kind, an' thoughtful of you to put it into my head; but I didn't intind to neglect or forget it. Oh, how will I live wantin' her, Father?
Come, come here, Pether! Pether, I'm goin' to lave you, asthore machree! I could part wid them all but but you." "Mrs. Connell, for Heaven's sake." . "Is this is this Father Mulcahy? Oh! I'm ill ill!" "It is, dear; it is. Compose yourself and confess your sins." "Where's Mary? She'll neglect neglect to lay in a stock o' linen, although I I Oh, Father, avourneen! won't you pity me!
Mentally, he granted these fashionable darlings fleetness, but absolutely withheld from them the killing powers they are credited with. "Bah!" one may imagine Finn muttering to himself. "Foxy tails, weasel's faces, terrier's legs you are almost toys!" Heavy-coated, massive old Dermot Asthore took no more notice of Finn than of the rest of the show.
'Oh, blur an agers, thin, it's welcome you are, Micky asthore, says Jim; 'how is all wid the man an' the woman beyant? says he. 'Oh! says Micky, 'bad enough, says he; 'the ould man's jist aff, an' if you don't hurry like shot, says he, 'he'll be in glory before you get there, says he. 'It's jokin' ye are, says Jim, sorrowful enough, for he was mighty partial to his uncle intirely.
Brophy, "when it was himself that wrote the letther? There isn't anythin' about a corpse in it, Maggie asthore, is there?" "'C-o-r-p-s, spelled out Maggie, "corpse; yes, there it is, as plain as print." "Sure he manes 'rig'ment, "shouted out some well-informed person from the background. "'Corpse' that's what they do be callin' the army." "Oh, that indeed?" resumed Dan, much relieved.
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