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The men in question, who were known by the sobriquet of Deaker's Dashers, were, in point of fact, the terror of every one in the country who was not an Orangeman, no matter what his creed or conduct might be.
"Yes, you netarnal villain you know the justice you and M'Clutchy rendhered me bad luck to you both, I pray, this day! Any how it'll soon come back to yez." In a few minutes Solomon was on his way, with an anxious expectation that he had been called upon to draw up Deaker's will.
He was a fine young man, but he was wild and wicked, and it was in Squire Deaker's house, and about Squire Deaker's stables, that he picked up his dishonesty and love of horses he was groom to that ould profligate, who took him into sarvice for a raison he had." "Be as brief as you can," said Harman, "brief brief." "On the contrary, Mr.
A man that's a good sound Protestant is always a loyal fellow, and when he's drunk, drinks to hell with the Pope." "Phil, don't be a fool," said his father, who inherited many, if not all of old Deaker's opinions. "If you are about to become a Protestant, Darby, that's a very different thing from changing your religion inasmuch as you must have one to change first.
As for the Vulture there, he is very well able to take care of himself he is oh, a d d rogue!" Deaker's face, was such a one as, perhaps, was never witnessed on a similar occasion, if there ever were a similar occasion. It presented the cadaverous aspect of the grave, lit up into the repulsive and unnatural animation that resulted from intoxication, and the feeble expiring leer of a worse passion.
These gentlemen were his cousins, and indeed we are inclined to think that their presence at that precise period was, considering all things, rather seasonable than otherwise. They had not, however, arrived many minutes before Val, so that when he came, they were still in one of the parlors, waiting for Deaker's permission to see him.
"Arrest and be hanged," replied Sharpe, "I don't care a fig about you I was in Deaker's corps this many a year, and if you attempt to come the officer over me, let me tell you you're mistaken. We're not on duty now, my buck, and you have no more authority over me than you have over the devil me a scoundrel! my good fellow, I know who is the scoundrel." "My good fellow!
Women with their half starved children in their arms, many of them without shoes or stockings laboring care-worn men, their heads bound up in cotton handkerchiefs, as intimating illness or recovery from illness old men bent over their staves, some with long white hair, streaming to the breeze, and all with haggard looks of terror, produced by the well known presence among them of Deaker's Dashers.
Squire Deaker's language was not more moral than his life for he not only enforced his principles by his example, but also by his precept. His conversation consequently resolved itself into a mingled stream of swearing and obscenity.
Most of those in whose houses these papers were placed, fled the country, among whom was O'Regan, whose dying son Deaker's Dashers treated with such indefensible barbarity; and what made everything appear to fall in with his good fortune, it was much about this period that Grimes, the unfeeling man whom O'Regan appeared to have in his eye when he uttered such an awful vow of vengeance, was found murdered not far from his own house, with a slip of paper pinned to his coat, on which were written, in a disguised hand the words "Remember O'Regan's son, and let tyrants tremble."
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