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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Come and see the poor fellow, me bhoy. There doesn't seem much loife lift in him, sure, hay?" There certainly did not; to me he looked already dead.
Pickwick said: "It is punch." He made casual examination of the green and gold label. "'Burke's Oirish, begob! . . . eyah! a brave ould uniform but" he turned a moist eye on his subordinate "a desp'ritly wounded souldier that wears ut betther out av pain. 'Tis an' ould sayin': 'Whin ye meet th' divil du not turn tail but take um by th' harns. . . . Bhoy!
"It was a rescue, man!" "Well, well, let ut go at that! But tell me, Sorr" he lowered his voice to a confidential rumble "fwhat's this I hear that ye have yer bhoy wid ye? Sure I niver knew that ye was a man av family." He looked toward the slender lad who, with the readiness of a grown man, was helping the driver of the buckboard to unhitch his team of four broncos.
But, now I've got this cable snug, jist you come along o' me, me bhoy, an' we'll say what that Portygee stooard hez lift in his panthry; for I've got no proper mess yit an' have to forage in the cabin."
Beside him was the slender figure of Anita; following was a stocky man whose unhandsome, face was alight with a broad grin. "Go to it, my bhoy!" Spud O'Malley was saying. "I don't know what you're up to, but you'll be countin' me in and here's hopin' you give those devils hell!"
An', by the Holy Articles av War, whin they wint aboard they cheered him till they cudn't spake, an' that, mark you, has not come about wid a draf in the mim'ry av livin' man! You look to that little orf'cer bhoy. He has bowils. 'Tis not ivry child that wud chuck the Rig'lations to Flanders an' stretch Peg Barney on a wink from a brokin an' dilapidated ould carkiss like mesilf.
That's Withero fur ye an' wan ov 'im is enough fur Anthrim, that's why I niver married, an' that'll save ye the throuble ov axin' me whither I've got a wife or no!" "What church d'ye attend, Willie?" Jamie asked. "Church is it, ye're axin' about? Luk here, me bhoy, step over th' stile." Willie led the way over into the field. "Step over here, me girl." Anna followed.
They showed up on the Moon. They were repeated the next night. Somebody sent them! Who was it?" And Pilot O'Malley gave the only obvious answer: "There's only yourself and Mr. Harkness and Pilot Haldgren that could have got there. 'Twas Haldgren, of course! What a pity that you can't go; 'tis likely the poor bhoy needs help." "Five years!" mused Chet. "Five long years since he left!
The instant she left the hotel, accompanied by her child, Dirty Dan approached the porter and said with an insinuating smile: "I'd give a dollar to know the address the young lady wit' the baby bhoy give you f'r the delivery av her trunk." The porter reached for the dollar and handed Dirty Dan a shipping tag containing the address. Mr.
Willyum, yu're mother ought to be proud ov yez. Sure an' oi'll pay the rint: oi'd clane forgotten this was the day, but oi've some money by me, bhoy, an' yez can have it." She escorted him to the door after the rent had been paid over, patting him on the head, calling him a hero, and telling him that "the rint wud always be rady for the loikes ov him."
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