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Whin he's had two sups o' whiskey he belaves he's dhrunk a bar'l full. A gill o' wather out of a jimmy-john'd fuddle him, mum." "Isn't there anybody to look after him?" "No, mum, he's an orphan; his father and mother live in the owld counthry, an' a fine hale owld couple they are." "Hasn't he any family in the town?" "Sure, mum, he has a family; wasn't he married this blessed mornin'?"
His last puff of smoke had gone up the chimney hours ago. He searched both holes without success. A bright idea struck him. He searched for Boyle's pipe. He searched in vain. "Holy Moses!" he exclaimed, "what a breath; a pint ov that wud make a mule dhrunk!" "Thry it, Jamie," Anna said, laughing. "Thry it yerself, yer a good dale more ov a judge!" he said snappishly.
'Party of the name of Wilder, said the officer, referring once more to his paper. 'Says you're his first cousin, and that you'll bail him out. 'Wilder? First cousin? His mind was fogged with broken sleep. 'Oh, that fellow! What has he been doing? The man in uniform consulted his paper again, and read out: 'Dhrunk and dishortherly.
"Do you 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. I'll assist your autobiography."
Did n't I tell ye, Larry, not to be afther ringin' at the owld gintleman's knocker? Ain't ye got no sinse at all?" "Misther Donnehugh," responded Mr. O'Rourke with great dignity, "ye 're dhrunk agin." Mr. Donnehugh, who had not taken more than thirteen ladles of rum-punch, disdained to reply directly. "He's a dacent lad enough" this to Mrs. Bilkins "but his head is wake.
Whin he's had two sups o' whiskey he belaves he's dhrunk a bar'l full. A gill o' wather out of a jimmy-john 'd fuddle him, mum." "Is n't there anybody to look after him?" "No, mum, he's an orphan; his father and mother live in the owld counthry, an' a fine hale owld couple they are." "Has n't he any family in the town" "Sure, mum, he has a family; was n't he married this blessed mornin'?"
Slavin released the man's shoulder with a testy, balked gesture. "Yes! enjoyin' th' racket an' dhrunk like th' rist, I guess! . . . 'Tis a foine sort av town-constable yez are!" Nick Lee maintained his air of injured innocence. "I came round here 'bout midnight, anyways!" he protested. "I always do jes' t' see 'f everythin's all right.
"There's two bottles in the house," said Donovan; "an', be the saikerment, the first man that talks of bringin' in more, till these is dhrunk, is ondacent." This was decisive. In the meantime, the chest was turned into a table, the supper laid, and the attack commenced. All was pleasure, fun, and friendship.
Miss Anty Lynch has come to me for protection; and, by the Blessed Virgin, she shall have it, as long as my name's Mary Kelly, and I ain't like to change it; so that's the long and short of it, Barry Lynch. So you may go and get dhrunk agin as soon as you plaze, and bate and bang Terry Rooney, or Judy Smith; only I think either on 'em's more than a match for you."
"No doubt he's dhrunk yet, an' laid down to slape back beyant in the passage," he growled savagely. "Be all the powers, but Oi 'll tache that humpin' fool a lesson this day he 'll not be apt to fergit fer a while. I will that, or me name 's not Jack Burke. Here you, Peterson, hand me over that pick-helve."
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