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'Tis little fightin' th' lad will want that will have to be up before sunrise to keep th' smoke curlin' fr'm th' chimbley or to patch th' rush roof to keep out th' March rain. No, faith, Jawn, there's no soil in Ireland f'r th' greatness iv th' race; an' there has been none since th' wild geese wint across th' say to France, hangin' like flies to th' side iv th' Fr-rinch ship.
"Well, I never axed much bein' so unattractive to the sex," observed Jim Halloween, "an' as long as a woman was handsome, with a full figger, an' sweet tempered an' thrifty an' a good cook, with a sure hand for pastry, an' al'ays tidy, with her hair curlin' naturally, an' neat an' fresh without carin' about dress, I'd have been easy to please with just the things any man might have a right to expect."
Smelts at her window two floors below. "I counted five pairs of curlin' irons with my own eyes," said Mrs. Smelts, "an' as fer bottles! If they took out one, they took out a hunderd." "You don't reckon that there little alcohol stove was all she had to cook on, do you?" called up Mrs. Gorman from the pavement below. "Maybe that's what she het her curlin' irons on!" was Mrs.
"We was well up, with the canvas half off her, sailin' easy, on the lookout for a berth, when a punt put out from a stage up alongshore, an' come down with the water curlin' from her bows. "'What's the meanin' o' that, Docks? sings the skipper, pointin' t' the punt. 'They're goin' out o' the course t' keep t' win'ard. "'Skipper Jim, says I, 'they knows us. "'Sink us, says he, 'they does!
"Oh, you mustn't get sick," I protested. "'Twould never do. I'd fair die if you got sick!" "'Tisn't sickness; 'tis I'm not knowin' what." "Ah, come," I pleaded; "what is it, dear?" "Davy, lad," she faltered, "I'm just dreadful happy." "Happy?" cried I, scornfully. "'Tis not happiness! Why, sure, your lip is curlin' with grief!" "But I was happy." "You isn't happy now, my girl."
"A widde's heart takes aim and flies straight as a bullet; and the hearts o' you garls, they're like whiffs o' tobacca, curlin' and wrigglin' and not knowin' where they're goin'. Marry 'em, Pole! marry 'em!" Mrs. Chump gesticulated, with two dangling hands.
But in that tight, striped dress with the slashed skirt, and that foolish lid with the two skimpy pink feathers curlin' over the back well, believe me, she was some zippy! "Say, lemme tell you how it happened, won't you?" says she. "If it ain't too long," says I. "I'll make it sketchy," says she.
The' was a blue gritchety sort o' smoke curlin' up around the face, an' my heart laid right down in its tracks an' rolled over on its back. I only saw that face a second, but I can shut my eyes an' see it right now. Gosh! I ain't much superstiticus, 'cept when I'm gamblin', but of course I know the' 's such things as ghosts an' devils an' sich, an' I don't take no liberties with 'em.
His nose was high, sharp, and crooked, like the back of a reapin' hook, and gave a plaguy sight of character to his face, while his thinnish lips, that closed on a straight line, curlin' up at one eend, and down at the other, shewed, if his dander was raised, he could be a jumpin', tarin', rampagenous devil if he chose.
'I never knew, said Sam, fixing his eyes in a ruminative manner upon the blushing barber, 'I never knew but vun o' your trade, but HE wos worth a dozen, and wos indeed dewoted to his callin'! 'Was he in the easy shaving way, sir, inquired Mr. Slithers; 'or in the cutting and curling line? 'Both, replied Sam; 'easy shavin' was his natur', and cuttin' and curlin' was his pride and glory.
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