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Henry said to a bystander. "Begod," said the man, "I think there's a rebellion on. That's what this woman says anyway!" "A what?" "A rebellion or something of the sort. You can ask her yourself! Begod, it's a quare day to have it. The people'll not enjoy themselves at all...." Henry turned to the woman who was standing in the centre of the group, endlessly relating her experience.
Paul looked up and laughed. "We've both got plenty of life in us yet to make things fly," he said. The eyes of the two men met. They exchanged one look. Having recognised the stress of passion each in the other, they both drank their whisky. "Yes, begod!" said Dawes, breathless. There was a pause. "And I don't see," said Paul, "why you shouldn't go on where you left off."
I'll start an Irish House in Berlin, I will, and there'll be O'Casey and O'Ryan and O'Reilly and O'Flarrety, and begod the King of England himself'll come an' set the goddam Kaiser up to a drink." "The Kaiser'll be strung up on a telephone pole by that time; ye needn't worry, Flannagan." "They ought to torture him to death, like they do niggers when they lynch 'em down south."
"I've been down the lanes of a summer night, an' seen young girls from the farms about, with fine long hair hangin' down their backs, an' them smilin' an' lovely ... an' begod, I've had to hurry past them, hurry hard, damn near run!... Mind you, they were good girls, John Marsh! I don't want you to think they were out lookin' for men. They weren't.
Quinn suddenly sat up stiffly in his seat and gaped at his son for a few moments. "Begod, Henry," he said, "I'm preachin' to you!" "Yes, father, you are," Henry replied. "But I don't mind. It's rather interesting!" But the force had gone out of Mr. Quinn. The thought that he had been preaching a sermon, delivering a speech, filled him with self-reproach.
Underneath all that roughness of speech and violence of statement, there was great tenderness and understanding. He spoke his mind, and more than his mind, but he was generous and quick to retract and quicker to console. "I'm an Ulsterman," he said once. "Ulster to the marrow, an' begod I'm proud of it!"
A couple of Sundays ago I was lying outside the cottage in the sunshine smoking my pipe, when the curate, a man of the greatest kindliness and humour, came up, wet and worn out, to have his first meal. He looked at me for a moment and then shook his head. 'Tell me, he said, 'did you read your Bible this morning? I answered that I had not done so. 'Well, begod, Mr.
"But I'm Irish too," he added, turning to John Marsh as he said it, fearful lest he should have hurt John's feelings. "Begod, it's gran' to be Irish. I pity the poor devils that aren't!..." He was a great lover of life, exulting in his strength and vigour, shouting sometimes for the joy of hearing himself shout. "And shy, too," Henry murmured to himself, "shy as a wren about intimate things!"
'The sentence of the Court is that you be taken from this place an' made to practise at the Bar for the rest of your natural life, an' may the Lord have mercy on your soul! Begod, Henry, that's a great notion!" Henry interrupted his father's fancy. "I want to write," he said. "Write!" Mr. Quinn exclaimed. "Write what?" Novels, I think!..." Mr. Quinn put down his paper and gaped at his son.
There was a sound of rumbling carts, and the noise of people cheering, and presently a procession of wagons, loaded with cauliflower, and guarded by armed Volunteers, came out of a side street, and drove up to the Post Office. "The Commissariat!" some one said. "Begod they'll be tired of cauliflower before they're through with that lot!"
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