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"You bate hur, an' A'll bate you!" interposed Rory, turning to bay on the most salient of the three or four pleas which had power to rouse the Old Adam in his unassertive nature. "Well, A 'm sure A was bate ay, an' soun'ly bate when A was lek hur; an' iv A did n't desarve it then, A desarved it other times, when A did n't git it."
He's always afther her, but he's never caught her yet." "What would he do to her if he caught her?" asked Emmeline. "Faith, an' maybe he'd fetch her a skelp an' well she'd desarve it." "Why'd she deserve it?" asked Dick, who was in one of his questioning moods. "Because she's always delutherin' people an' leadin' thim asthray.
There ain't more'n a dozen of 'em, and, ef we can't lick that number of thievin' Comanches, we don't desarve to git to California, no how."
"Well, make a mare of her, any way." "Faith, an' that same puzzles me. Stop, I have it; I'll put a foal along wid her." "As good as the bank. God bless you, Misther O'Flaherty. I think this 'll keep me from mistakes. An' now, if you'll slip up to me afther dusk, I'll send you down a couple o' bottles and a flitch. Sure you desarve more for the throuble you tuck."
He now shook his old white head, and heaved a deep sigh. “All dat gwine come hard an’ heavy on de madam. She don’t desarve it God knows, she don’t desarve it.” “How you, ole like you is, kin look fu’ somethin’ diffunt, Unc’ Hiurm?” observed Aunt Belindy philosophically. “Don’t you know Grégor gwine be Grégor tell he die? Dat’s all dar is ’bout it.”
"'Well, says my lady, 'so far so good; I'm young and handsome myself, as you see, and I dare say we'll live happily enough together; and as she spoke, she pushed up an old bodice that was tied round something that resembled a dried skeleton, which it only touched at points, like a reel in a bottle, strivin', of course, to show off a good figure; she then winked both eyes, as if she was meetin' a cloud o' dust, and agin shuttin' one, as if she was coverin' me wid a rifle, whispered, 'You'll find me generous maybe, if you desarve it.
Judy an' her dam will hould me for a promust man, an' Dinah will give me the go, an' I desarve ut. I will go an' get dhrunk," sez I, "an' forget about ut, for 'tis plain I'm not a marrin' man." 'On my way to canteen I ran against Lascelles, colour-sergint that was av E Comp'ny, a hard, hard man, wid a torment av a wife.
"Where were you raised?" "In old Virginny, sar." "How many men have owned you?" "Four." "Do you enjoy good health?" "Yes, sar." "How long did you live with your first owner?" "Twenty years." "Did you ever run away?" "No, sar." "Did you ever strike your master?" "No, sar." "Were you ever whipped much?" "No, sar; I s'pose I didn't desarve it, sar." "How long did you live with your second master?"
'I am very sorry; but, really, I have left my case at home. 'Oh! ah! faix and I forgot. Ye mustn't be smokin' the nasty things going up to the castle. Och, Mr. Smith, but you're the lucky man! 'I am much obliged to you for the compliment, said Lancelot, gruffly; 'but really I don't see how I deserve it. 'Desarve it! Sure luck's all, and that's your luck, and not your deserts at all.
Sure they parsecuted me to sich a degree, that they desarve no mercy at my hands. So, Art," he proceeded, "you've got another mouth to feed! Oh, the Lord pity you! If you go on this way, what 'ill become of you at last?" "Don't you know," replied Art, "that God always fits the back to the burden, and that he never sends a mouth but he sends something to fill it."
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