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I have a drap of somethin' that's as good as annything dhrunk by the ancient kings of Ireland. It's a wee cordial that come from the cellars of the Bishop of Dunlany, when I cured his cook of the evil-stone that was killing her. Ah, thank God!" He went into a corner on the left of the fireplace, opened an old jar, thrust his arm down, and drew out a squat little bottle of cordial.
Well, you see, I felt disgraced at bein' beaten by Con Dalton, an I was fond of her, so what 'ud you have of us but off we went together to America, for you see she promised to marry me if I'd go. "They had taken me up on one of their carts, thinkin' I was dhrunk, to lave me for safety in the next neighbor's house we came to.
"Loot'nant Hayne is it, sir? Shure I'd be beggin' his pardon for the vexation I gave him last night." "But you have something you wanted to speak with him about. You said so last night, Clancy," said the doctor, looking him squarely in the eye. "Shure I was dhrunk, sir. I didn't mane it," he answered; but he shrank and cowered. The doctor turned and left him.
"Throth an' you will this time," said Harte, "undher this roof spirits won't crass; your lips, an' you know for why." "I know but one thing," replied Art, "that as you said yourself, if it was vitriol, I'd dhrink it for the best brother that ever lived; I only promised him that I wouldn't get dhrunk, an' sure, drinkin' a glass o' whiskey, or three either, wouldn't make me dhrunk so hand it here."
"Do you not know me, Peg? sez I, though me blood was hot in me wid being called a civilian." "An' him a decent married man!" wailed Dinah Shadd. I do not, sez Peg, 'but dhrunk or sober I'll tear the hide off your back wid a shovel whin I've stopped singin'. "'Say you so, Peg Barney? sez I. "Tis clear as mud you've forgotten me.
'Bhoys, said the culprit, still shaking gently, 'whin I've done my tale you may cry if you like, an' little Orth'ris here can thrample my inside out. Ha' done an' listen. My performances have been stupenjus: my luck has been the blessed luck av the British Army an' there's no betther than that. I went out dhrunk an' dhrinkin' in the palanquin, and I have come back a pink god.
'They made no move, tho' I gave them full time, but stud growlin' an' snarlin' together at wan ind av the room. I tuk up my cap and wint out to Canteen, thinkin' no little av mesilf, and there I grew most ondacintly dhrunk in my legs. My head was all reasonable. "Houligan," I sez to a man in E Comp'ny that was by way av bein' a frind av mine; "I'm overtuk from the belt down.
"Hould on a bit," remonstrated Pat, "before yer ruffle yer feathers clane over yer head and blinds yer eyes. Wud a man loike Boss Arnot send me, if I was dhrunk, wid a letther at this toime o' night? and wud he send a letther to the superintindent o' the perlice at this toime o' the night to ax him the toime o' day! Afore yer calls yer spalpeens out o' the press-room squint at that."
'Tis a way I have, savin' your presince, sorr, in action. 'Let me out, bhoys, sez I, backin' in among thim. 'I'm goin' to be onwell! Faith they gave me room at the wurrud, though they would not ha' given room for all Hell wid the chill off. When I got clear, I was, savin' your presince, sorr, outragis sick bekaze I had dhrunk heavy that day.
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.
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