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Updated: July 26, 2025
"Ye are a bonny like man," said Meg, "to tak' yer minny to speak for ye before the session. Man, I wonder at ye. I wonder ye didna bring her to coort for ye?" "War ye ever afore the Session, Meg?" "Me afore the session ye're a fule man, but ye dinna ken what yer sayin' gin I thocht ye did "
But we've got somethin', an' that is a heart that milts at the soight av beauty in disthress." "Oh, sire," said Mrs. Russell, "spare him!" "His Majesty" took her hand, pressed it, and held it in his. "Dearest cousin," said he, "ye ax impossibilities. Law is an' must be shuprame. Even now the coort is deciding.
I'll take me wife wid me, an' we'll live in Paris, an' I'll get her the most illigant dhresses, an' coort coschumes, an' bonnets, an' boots, an' laces, an' gims, an' jools, that iver any woman wore. The Quane av Spain 'll be the Quane av France too; an' what's more, she'll be the quane of beauty an' fashion, an' the ex-Empress Eugenie'll be nowhere. She'll be forgotten."
Well, all this time, you may be sure, there was no want iv boys comin' to coort purty Molly Donovan; but one way ar another, she always kept puttin' them off constant. An' though her father and mother was nathurally anxious to get rid of her respickably, they did not like to marry her off in spite iv her teeth.
Th' gin'ral staff, bein' witnesses f'r th' prosecution, sat with th' coort: th' pris'ner, not bein' able to find a chair, sat on th' window-sill. His inthrest in th' proceedin's was much noticed, an' caused gr-reat amusement. Ivrybody was talkin' about th' mysteryous lady in white. Who is she?
"'Tis here we hould coort," Slavin informed him, "whin we have any shtiffs tu be thried." Opening the front door George lugged in his bedding and kit-bags and, depositing them on his cot, flung off his fur coat, cap, and serge.
'As a law abidin' citizen, says his ixcillincy, 'an' an official enthrusted be th' people iv this glad state with th' exicution iv th' statutes I bow to th' law, he says. 'But, he says, 'I'll be hanged if I'll bow to th' decree iv anny low browed pussillanimous dimmycratic coort, he says, 'Sojers, he says, 'seize this disturber iv th' peace an' stick him in th' cellar.
"'Silence! roared th' coort, bendin' a stern, inflexible look on th' pris'ner. 'This is a coort iv justice. We ar-re disposed f'r to grant ivry indulgence; but, if outsiders persist in intherferin' with these proceedin's, he says, 'we'll expel thim fr'm th' r-room. What does th' prisoner think this is?
In th' mane time we will call upon Gin'ral Merceer, that gallant man, to tell us th' sthory iv his life. "'I obey, mon colonel, says Gin'ral Merceer, kissin' th' coort. 'Not to begin too far back, an' to make a long sthory short, I am an honest man, an' th' son iv an honest man. I admit it. "'Good, says th' prisident. "'I says to mesilf thin, "This man is a thraitor."
An' Colonel Jack Chinn ar-rms himsilf as becomes a riprisintative iv a gr-reat coort goin' to sarve a sacred writ iv replevy on th' usurper to th' loftiest or wan iv th' loftiest jobs that th' people iv a gloryous state can donate to a citizen.
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