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'As far as I am personally concerned, he added, 'I could submit to anything short of having my ears cut off and appearing as a "Croppy," to be free again. My pride cannot stand leading an unwilling party; I would just as soon thrust myself into a dinner-room where I was at once an uninvited and an unwelcome guest.
Hyacinth came to tell of the choice which Canon Beecher offered him, and dwelt with tragic emphasis on his own decision. The priest listened, a smile on his lips, a look of pity which belied the smile in his eyes. 'So you thought Ireland would be lost altogether unless you wrote articles for Miss Goold in the Croppy? It's no small opinion you have of yourself, Hyacinth Conneally.
In his red wig and croppy head, together with his rough attire and dazed aspect, Nick certainly presented a wretched appearance. He blinked confusedly, glanced down at his bound wrists, yet at the same time took in every feature of the brightly lighted room. It plainly was the library of the house, and both Rufus Venner and Cervera were seated near a handsome center table.
We swung in the ruts, we shook like jellies on the merciless patches of broken stones, and Croppy stimulated the pace with weird whistlings through his teeth, and heavy prods with the butt of his whip in the region of the borrowed breeching. Now that the expedition had been shaken off and cast behind us, the humbler possibilities of the day began to stretch out alluring hands.
Occasionally even the Castle officials got glimmerings of the meaning of one of her articles, and suppressed the whole issue of the Croppy in which it appeared. Near her sat a much less remarkable person Thomas Grealy, historian and archaeologist. He had been engaged for many years on a history of Ireland, but no volume of it had as yet appeared.
It was not so much the discrepancy of the breeching as its respectability that jarred upon me; finally I commented upon it to Croppy. His cap was tilted over the maternal nose, he glanced at me sideways from under its peak. "Sure the other breechin' was broke, and if that owld shkin was to go the lin'th of himself without a breechin' on him he'd break all before him!
Dowling and his kind are the worst enemies Ireland has to-day. We'll publish anything of that kind you send us, and remember we're not the least afraid of anybody. It's a grand thing for a paper to be as impecunious as the Croppy. No man but a fool would take a libel action against us with any hope of getting damages.
Jack expects to make a lot of money, because Croppy is a Bramahpootra hen, you know, and her chicks are very valuable." "Corner! Lot of money! Oh, dear!" sighed poor Mrs. Frisbie, "what words the boys do teach you. Where they learn them I can't imagine. Not from me." "From Papa, I guess," explained Lulu innocently. "He used to have hens when he was little, and sell 'em.
I have been to ask for a special sheet of paper to write and tell them that it is all lies Croppy has told them; but the governor won't grant me paper. So, as I am not due to write for nearly three months, I wish you would call on my mother and my wife, and tell them how things stand."
'After the poem you published in last week's Croppy, said Hyacinth to Mary O'Dwyer, 'I made sure the subscriptions would have come in. Your appeal was one of the most beautiful things I ever read. It would have touched the heart of a stone. 'Poetry is all well enough, said Tim. 'I admire your verses, Mary, as much as anyone, but we want a collection at every church door after Mass.
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