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Updated: April 30, 2025
Well, my dear, it was aisy seen there was something wrong avid Billy Malowney, for he paid no attintion the rest of the evening to any soart of divarsion but the whisky alone; an' every glass he'd drink it's what he'd be wishing the divil had the women, an' the worst iv bad luck to all soarts iv courting, until, at last, wid the goodness iv the sperits, an' the badness iv his temper, an' the constant flusthration iv cursin', he grew all as one as you might say almost, saving your presince, bastely drunk!
"It was the barrack talk, sir; I heard them chaps cursin' and groanin' that they were stuck fast in Rangoon and had no chance of gettin' a look in, and says I to myself, what's to hinder you from goin'?" "But how about the passage money?" inquired Shafto. "I thought you were vowed to poverty and had nothing in your wooden bowl?" "I had the ruby that you gave back to me.
Well, as I was sayin', we shtuck there breathin' in each other's faces and swearin' powerful; Orth'ris cursin' the mother that bore him bekaze he was not three inches taller. 'Prisintly he sez: "Duck, ye lump, an' I can get at a man over your shouldher!"
That's what my young woman does; and by George! it's just like medicine to her that 'tis! I've read out to her till I could ha' swallowed two quart o' beer at a gulp I was that mortal thirsty. It don't somehow seem to improve men. It didn't do me no good. There was I, cursin' at the bother, down in my boots, like, and she with her hands in a knot, staring the fire out o' count'nance.
But, begorra, whin they seen it was raly Bill Malowney himself that was in it, it was only who'd be foremost out agin, tumblin' backways, one over another, and his raverence roarin' an' cursin' them like mad for not waitin' for him.
"I tolt him it was all right, but he just stood up there cursin' me. And then he got to throwin' things, almost had me here" he put his hand against his ear "like he was plumb crazy. But I guess he wasn't, for he wouldn't give me the quarter." "Did you leave him there?" "Sure I did. I run, I was scairt. Pop and Mom'd always be tellin' me to have nothin' to do with tramps.
Ay, 'twas a pretty pictur', the greasy yellow stuff runnin' down over his powdered hair an' lace collar an' fine blue coat. My eye! there was a rare old shindy, the cadet cursin' and splutterin', the others laughin' fit to bust 'emselves. The cadet out with his fists, but there, 'twas no manner o' use. Mr. Clive bowled him over like a ninepin till he lay along deck all pea soup an' gore.
Why what would you expect, an' it the first visit ever the same horse made to a sick-bed' in his life; he now finds it isn't on the king's highway he is and I'll go bail it's himself that's cursin' the same duty in his heart. Bravo, Father Pat! Parra Gastha's the boy that knows his duty more power, Parra Gastha!
Cudna he be doon a meenute but she maun be upon 'im to devoor 'im! an' her father naething but the cursin' flesher o' Stanedyhes! forby 'at a'body kens she was promised to Jock Rantle, the mason lad, an wad hae hed him, gien the father o' her hadna sworn at them that awfu' 'at naither o' them daured gang a fit further!
He'll not min' their cursin' o' Him, seein' they don't know His face, 'n' thinkin' He belongs to th' gentry. I knew it wud come right wi' me, when times was th' most bad. I knew"
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