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"He wor a powerful man to ate, sure; but he knew his way about the howld av a vissil, sorr, that same." "That means, I suppose, bosun," replied Mr Mackay laughing and coughing as the tea-dust caught his breath, "that I don't eh?" "Be jabers, no, sorr," protested Tim; "I niver maned to say that, sorr, aven if I thought it.
They're promisin' him somethin', the strangers air. Tell an' Conlow seemed to kind o' dissent, but give in finally." "Is it whiskey?" asked the priest. "No, no. Tell says he can't have nothin' from the 'Last Chance. Says the old Roman Catholic'll fix his agency job at Washington if he lets Jean get drunk. It's somethin' else; an' Tell wants to git aven with you, so he gives in."
They shook hands with him and gave him a hearty welcome, which, coming on the top of the Dermot's, cheered the subaltern exceedingly and for the time made him forget the circumstances of his coming. "It's mighty glad I am to see you here, Wargrave," said Burke, the doctor, in a mellow brogue, "aven av it's only to have someone living in the Mess wid me. "What?
The great-grandfather said to his cousin, "Pat, Pat, what kind of a world have we got into? Aven the burds of the woods are making fun of us." My mother's mother was of German descent, and could speak the German language; but she died when mother was but a small child. Very soon afterward Mother's father married an Irish lady by the name of Margret Potter.
Tim looked furiously at the moonshee. "It would," the latter said sententiously, "be the character which the worshipful one would support with the greatest ease." "The black thief is making fun of me," Tim muttered; "but I'll be aven with him one of these days, or my name isn't Tim Kelly. "I was thinking, yer honor, that I might represent one deaf and dumb."
"Doing?" exclaimed Barbara, "I haven't been doing anything, Uncle Pat." "Aw, go on, don't be tellin' me that. Aven Uncle Tex here can see that ye've changed ivery blissid thing in the place. 'Tis not the same, at all, an' afther us a-workin' our fingers to the bone to fix ut up. 'Tis quare. I know now that Tex hung that curtain there.
Take soft readin'. How d'ye expict to get on in th' wurruld th' way ye are goin'? Who wud make a confirmed reader th' cashier iv a bank? Ye'd divide ye'er customers into villyans an' heroes an' ye wudden't lend money to th' villyans. An' thin ye'd be wrong aven if ye were right. F'r th' villyans wud be more apt to have th' money to bring back thin th' heroes, says I. 'Ye may be right, says he.
Near the plaza Victoria we paused before an English boarding house sign. As we stood looking, a middle-aged man came out and asked us our business. Before we could reply he said: "I bet you are the two boys from the Aven." Our frightened looks told him we were. He invited us in and gave us supper.
Audley fell into a deep and musing revery, which seemed gloomy, and lasted till the attendant announced that the horses were at the door. He then looked up, still abstractedly, and saw his letter to Harley L'Estrange open on the table. He drew it towards him, and wrote, "A man has just left me, who calls himself Aven " In the middle of the name his pen stopped.
We shall all be murdered in our beds!" "Be jabers," ejaculated the mate, following up the captain, who had immediately rushed aft to the spot whence the groan had proceeded; "sure and that's the Meejor's swate voice! I'd know it onywheres, aven in the Bog of Allen!"
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