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"Did ye, now?" said Pat, adding in a menacing aside to his wife: "Woman, I'll be the death of ye if ye say a word now! Lave her to me. Well, Judy, it was a poor case your losin' your pipe that way. I wonder what become of it at all? Ye didn't see any one comin', did ye, who would be apt to pick it up? Give the woman some tay, Mary, can't ye see she's dhry?" Mrs.
"Oh, by this and by that," the corporal grumbled on, "ould Lee's not the gintleman I tuk him for at all, at all, discomfortin' us in the rain, and yesterday an illigant day for fightin'. Couldn't he wait, like the dacint ould boy he's reported, for a dhry mornin', instead av turnin' his byes out in the shlush and destroyin' me chanst av breakfast? It's spring chickens I'd ordhered."
Frayne," replied Andy Morrow; "so in ordher to avoid a dhry narrative, Nancy, give the masther a jug of your stoutest to wet his whistle, and keep him in wind as he goes along." "Thank you, Mr. Morrow and in requital for your kindness, I will elucidate you such a sample of unadulterated Ciceronian eloquence, as would not be found originating from every chimney-corner in this Province, anyhow.
"Go on," I said, "have a good one and Mary and I will wash the cups and saucers." "D'ye know what he wants t' help me fur?" Mary asked, with her mouth close to his ear. "No." "He wants t' dhry thim so he can kiss her cup whin he wipes it! Kiss her cup, ye mind; and right content with that!" "I don't blame 'im," said he, "I'd kiss th' very groun' she walked on!"
"And if ever a man, Stopped the course of a can, Martin Hanegan's aunt would cry 'Arrah, fill up your glass, And let the jug pass; How d'ye know but what your neighbour's dhry?" "Come, my lord and gentlemen, da capo, if ye please Fill up your glass," and the chanson was chorussed with a strength and vigour that would have astonished the Philharmonic.
"Ah, now, that's just what I've thried many a day; and all went right till temptation came in my way, and then, somehow or other, the throat was always so dhry that I couldn't, for the life of me, help moistening it a bit." Pat's companion, another Irishman, Peter Disney, looked very sulky at these remarks, and Michael suspected that he had often proved poor Pat's tempter.
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