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"Then take that," yelled Brannigan, aiming a terrible blow at the boy. But before it could reach him the poor wife, with a wild shriek, sprang in between them, and her husband's great fist descended upon her head, felling her to the floor, where she lay as though dead. At this moment, Mr. McMaster rushed in through the open door.
Bert looked straight into his eyes, as he answered, quietly: "I heard the noise, and I came in to see what was the matter." "Then you can just be taking yourself off again as fast as you like," growled the giant, fiercely. Bert did not stir. "Be off with you now. Do you hear me?" shouted Brannigan, raising his clenched fist in a way there was no mistaking. Still Bert did not move.
He rarely patronized any of these places; he was no bee come to suck honey, but a butterfly flashing his wings among the flowers whose calyces held no sweets for him. His wages were not large enough to furnish him with more than the outside garb of the gentleman. To have been one of the beings he so cunningly imitated, Corny Brannigan would have given his right hand.
Then she can take out them papers and marry Mike Brannigan that's been waitin' in the hopes you'd pass over. You remember Mike, the cop on Cherry Street. You oughta. He's pinched you often enough. 'Course you do. Well, so long. Little Johnny was lookin' fine the last I seen of him. He's gettin' more like his pa every day. But I got to beat it."
And he told me if I did exactly what he said he'd never let any one know, but if I didn't he'd go over and tell Miss Brannigan. She was a teacher I was awful fond of, and he'd tell the police, and he'd tell all the kids. And after that he was always telling me awful low things about my mother " Seaton interrupted firmly. "Not your mother. Call her Luigi's wife." Nucky moistened his lips.
Pat Brannigan knew him well, and when sober held him in profound respect. Even now his appearance checked his fury, and he stood swaying in the centre of the room, looking with his bleared, bloodshot eyes, first at Mr. McMaster, and then at the motionless heap upon the floor at his feet. Advancing a step or two, Mr.
"Where's the kid?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "What child?" Miss Eva snapped. "You've come to see one of our pupils?" Miss Nellie faltered. "Yeah. Hers." "Hers?" "W'y, Miss Le Fay's li'l boy." "Oh, Freddy?" "Sure! Does he he don't you ain't tole 'im yet, have you?" "Told him what?" "My God! don't you know?" Bert Brannigan stared at the ladies, mopping his brow with the lavender handkerchief.
His head fell upon his breast, and without attempting a reply, he slunk over to the other end of the room, flung himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. "Come, Bert, let us lift her up on the bed," said Mr. McMaster, and between them Mrs. Brannigan was lifted gently, and placed upon the miserable bed.
But it was delicious to see her at home dressed, as she sometimes was, in the native costume, with bare shoulders and flowing sleeves. Bernard Brannigan was the great merchant of Coralio. Besides his store, he maintained a train of pack mules, and carried on a lively trade with the interior towns and villages.
She sat down, laughing, at the antiquated piano, and sang him the songs he loved; then, because she owed him a great debt she sang for him "Kathleen Mavourneen," "Pretty Molly Brannigan," "The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls," and "Killarney."
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