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Not to be detaining your honour too long I was in Ballynavogue this forenoon, and was just that is, Miss Car'line Flaherty was just Mr. Carv. Miss Caroline Flaherty! What in nature can she have to do with the business? Phil. Only axing me, sir, she was, to play the flageolets, which was the rason I was sitting at Flaherty's. Mr. Carv. Address yourself to the court, young man. Phil.
Mick! Jenny! put the kittle down. Mr. Carv. Sit down, sit still, my worthy fellow. Breakfasted at Bob's Fort, as I always do. O'Bla. But a bit of cake a glass of wine, to refrish and replinish nature. Mr. Carv. Too early spoil my dinner. But what was I going to say? O'Bla. Mr. Carv. I recollect. How many times do you think I was stopped on horseback coming up the street of Ballynavogue?
Mighty apt! for which rason I would wish to trouble you for your unprecedently good advice on another pint, if it, would not be too great a liberty. Mr. Carv. No liberty at all, my good Gerald I am always ready to advise only to-day certainly, the fair day of Ballynavogue, there are so many calls upon me, both in a public and private capacity, so much business of vital importance! O'Bla. Jack!
No such word in my presence, madam. Catty. Oh, but I'm ready to swear to it, plase your honour, in or out of the presence: the whole Rooney faction every Rooney, big or little, that was in it, was bet, and banished the town and fair of Ballynavogue, for no rason in life, by them McBrides there, them scum o' the earth. Mr. Carv.
How could I hear, backwards, as you see, from the street, and given up to my business? Catty. Business! oh! here is a fine business the McBrides have driven all before them, and chased the Roonies out of Ballynavogue. Catty Rooney! that ever you'd live to see this day! O'Bla. Rooney. Catty. No, thank you, counshillor, it's past that even! ogh! ogh! oh! wirrastrew! oh! wirrastrew, ogh!
Not all the bullocks he's carrying to the fair the day, nor all the bullocks in Ballynavogue joined to 'em, in one team, would draw that father o' mine one inch out of his way. Honor. Phil. As close a fisted father as ever had the grip of a guinea! If the guineas was all for you wilcome, Honor! But that's not it. Pity of a lad o' spirit like me to be cramped by such a hunx of a father. Honor.
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