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"Now," said the mendicant, "go all of you to mass, an' as soon as you can, to confission, for it's not good to have the broken oath an' the sin of it over one. Confiss it, an' have your conscience light: sure it's a happiness that you can have the guilt taken off o' yez, childher." "Thrue for you, Darby," they replied; "an' we'll be thinkin' of your advice."
'How'd ye like a sip iv Moran's good whiskey? he sez, eyin' the case iv milk the while. I confiss me mouth went wet at the naked thought iv it. 'But what's the use iv likin'? sez I, with me sack bulgin' with emptiness. 'Candles worth tin dollars the dozen, sez he, 'a dollar apiece. Will ye give six cans iv milk for a bottle iv the old stuff? 'How'll ye do it? sez I. 'Trust me, sez he.
"You will have to confiss it, and you'd be ashamed to face the praste." "I would not," cried Mary. "Father Michael knows I'm just an ordinary woman, he don't ixpict me to be an angel." But she left the sentence unfinished.
Seeing the old man holding to the paper and looking dazed, upon this gray-haired malefactor is placed the strong hand of the "statute in such case made and provided," and he is started toward the police-station, with the soothing assurance: "Yez nadn't confiss yez guilt by discriminatin' ividince." Seeing that matters are badly mixed, Jack sidles away toward the opposite street-corner.
"Domsh any woman that can't confiss enough for two!" Then he hitched his chair closer to the Thread Man, and grew more confidential. "Shee here," he said. "Firsht I see your pleated coat, didn't like. But head's all right. Great head! Sthuck on frillsh there! Want to be let in on something? Got enough city, clubsh, an' all that? Want to taste real thing?
An' I confiss to ye with contrition, Ned, me dear boy, I'm Cubberd Allen Wiggit-Galt, Etcetera !" After his fashion Franklin sat silent, waiting for the other's speech. "Ned," said Battersleigh at length, "till me, who's the people of the intire worrld that has the most serane belief in their own shupayriority?" "New-Yorkers," said Franklin calmly. "Wrong. Ye mustn't joke, me boy. No.
Frank had not uttered a word; but, leaning himself on the gun, he looked wildly around him, cast his eyes up to the stormy sky, then turned them with a dead glare upon the corpse and the crucifix. "Do you confiss the murdher?" said Darby. "Murdher!" rejoined Frank: "no! I confess no murdher: you villain, do you want to make me guilty; do you want to make me guilty, you deep villain?"
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