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Updated: June 6, 2025
Hi sye, fer guess, that 'e's got titles, an' sech like, but's bean cashiered." "No fault o' 'is, then," said the slavey quickly, voicing her earnest partisanship without a moment's wait. She even looked at her employer with a belligerent eye. "'E doos pye reg'lar," the landlady admitted with an air which showed that she had more than once had tenants who did not.
"Ay," said she, "an' not a wan' o' me but's as weak as a cat, at home scarce can put a hand to any thing; but then, your Reverence, my eldest daughter, Ellish, jist minds the house, an' lots the ould mother mind the prayers, as I'm not able to do a hand's turn, worth namin'." "But you appear to be stout and healthy," I observed, "if a person may judge by your looks."
It struck Miss Mackenzie as being an odd way to secure privacy for a privileged communication, to fasten the door of their room upon those inside. It was expressive, however. "Ye see, mem," began the landlady, "Wishart's no a very bad man jist weak in the heid like but's wife is jist something awfu', an' I could not let her bide in a decent lodging-house.
Another favorite song of hers, God rest her, was 'Brian O'Lynn. Troth an' I'll sing it, so I will, for if she was livin' she'd like it. 'Och, Brian O'Lynn, he had milk an' male, A two-lugged porringer wanfcin' a tail. Oh, my head's through other! The sarra one o' me I bleeve, but's out o' the words, or, as they say, there's a hole in the ballad. Send round the punch will ye?
"But I'm an amateur in these affairs, and you are a master. Before I go, as man to man, what the dickens do you make of this?" Flattered, he looked profound. "I'm thinking, sorr," he gave judgment, "ye had the rights of it. Seein' as how th' thafe is German, ye'll not set eyes on him more for divil a wan here but's of that counthry, and they stick together something fierce!"
The latter is a riddle of words; the former an enigma of thoughts. The one reminds me of an odd passage in Drayton's IDEAS As other men, so I myself do muse, Why in this sort I wrest invention so; And why these giddy metaphors I use, Leaving the path the greater part do go; I will resolve you: I am lunatic! O how my mind Is gravell'd! Not a thought, That I can find, But's ravell'd All to nought!
"'But's' a ter'ble word," he said. "It most always goes ahead of something unpleasant." He quietly laid the fork aside, and, gathering an armful of hay, proceeded to fill Kitty's manger. "Now what you wer' going to say was something like that old I mean your housekeeper said, only you wouldn't say it so mean.
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