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"And what, then, is a snake?" demanded President O'Hanrahan oratorically. "It's a creature that sneaks about upon the ground and poisons by its bite when it's not blarneyin' unwise females into tasting' apples. Do the black creatures here do anything of that sort? They do not! They go about their business plain and open, givin' a half of the road and a how'd'y-do to those they meet.
"Of all men, Cornelius Deasy!" he cried. "If it ain't Grief himself, the old devil," was the return greeting, as they shook hands. "If you'll come on board I've some choice smoky Irish," Grief invited. Cornelius threw back his shoulders and stiffened. "Nothing doin', Mr. Grief. 'Tis Fulualea I am now. No blarneyin' of old times for me.
'Why, I wint to school wid ye. An' wid that he hauls me off to a bar, blarneyin' and minowdherin', an' orders dhrinks. "Can ye rache me a poipe-loight? sez he, an' I turned to get ut, but, lookin' back suddent, there was that onblushin' thief av the warl' tippin' a paperful of phowder stuff into me glass." "What did you do?" Hewitt asked.
So it might be that a little bit of blarneyin' with him desperate to find reason to stay friends, black creature or no black creatures " The president took Moira's hand. "Come, my darlin'," he said sadly. "We'll reason with him." Long, long minutes later he shook his head as Sean O'Donohue stormed at him. "The back o' my hand to you!" said Sean O'Donohue in the very quintessence of bitterness.
"'Tis thrue," admitted Mrs. Dempsey, "that he seems to be a sort iv a Dago, and too coolchured in his spache for a rale gentleman. But ye may be misjudgin' him. Ye should niver suspect any wan of bein' of noble descint that pays cash and pathronizes the laundry rig'lar." "He's the same thricks of spakin' and blarneyin' wid his hands," sighed Katy, "as the Frinch nobleman at Mrs.
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