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Updated: May 27, 2025
Throth, whether you're jokin' or not, I'd be sarry to hear of anything to his disadvantage, dacent man. Boys, won't you go down to the other room?" "Go way wid yez, boys, till I spake to Ellish here about the affairs o' the nation. Why, Ellish, you stand the cut all to pieces. By the contints o' the book, you do; Pether doesn't stand it half so well. How is he, the thief?"
"Here's th' pitchers iv candydates I pulled down fr'm th' windy, an' jus' knowin' they're here makes me that nervous f'r th' contints iv th' cash dhrawer I'm afraid to tur-rn me back f'r a minyit. I'm goin' to throw thim out in th' back yard. "All heroes, too, Hinnissy.
"Be the contints o' this book," "I'll be kind an' motherly, an' boistherous," "I'll be kind, an' motherly, an boistherous," "To my own childhre," "To my own childhre," "An' never bate or abuse thim," "An' never bate or abuse thim," "Barrin' whin they desarve it;" "Barrin' whin they desarve it;" "An' this I swear," "An' this I swear," "In the presence of St. Phelim," "In the presence of St.
And ye've to put in sugar, at laste a couple o' spoons full. Now observe. I roll out this dough it's odd-actin' stuff, but it's mere idiosyncrashy on its part I roll this out with a bottle, flat and fine; and I put into this pan, here, ye'll see. Then in goes the intayrior contints, cut in pieces, ye'll see. Now, thin, over the top of the whole I sprid this thin blanket of dough, thus.
Be the contints o' the book, Atty, if you don't dhrink I'll knock your head agin the wall, you gommoch!" * Mass, humorously so called, from the fact of those who attend it beating their breasts during their devotions. "Why, thin, by all that's beautiful, it's a good spree; and we'll stick to you like pitch." "Be the vartue o' my oath, you don't desarve to be in it, or you'd dhrink dacent.
I tell you that a single man here won't pay a penny o' reckonin', while I'm to the good; and, to make short work of it, by the contints o' the book, I'll strike the first of ye that'll attempt it. Now!" "Faix, an' I for one," said Toal, "won't come undher your fist; it's little whiskey ever I'd drink if I did."
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