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'An' tell me how many masses 'ill make you asy, an' by this crass, I'll buy you as many as you want, says she. 'I don't know what the divil you mane, says Jim. 'Go back, says she, 'go back to glory, for God's sake, says she. 'Divil's cure to the bit iv me 'ill go back to glory, or anywhere else, says he, 'this blessed night; so open the door at onst' an' let me in, says he.
The horses stood limply, as much out of the shade as in, the big swag leaned against the wall, the handcuffs lay half buried in the dust, but Tsing Hi had vanished. "Me sowl to glory! The little divil's scooted! It's a ruined man I am! In the name of the Saints, why is blasted Chinkees made with han's an' 'em like a 'possum? Look at the wee han's on 'em to slip out of darbies like the same.
The walls of the abyss rose straight from the water into dizzy abutments, conical peaks, and rounded masses, beyond and above which gleamed the distant sunlit walls of a higher terrace of the plateau. "Come along wid ye," said Sweeny to Glover, "It's enough to give ye the rheumatiz in the oyes to luk at the nasty black hole. I'm thinkin' it's the divil's own place, wid the fires out."
Don't hould me, Dick; if I was sworn ten times over, I'll bate the divil's taptoo on his ould carkage." "Be aisy, Ned be aisy now, don't disturb the company sure you wouldn't rise your hand to an ould man like Billy Bradly. Be quiet."
Be off wid ye thin, darlints, and steer clear of the likes of this ballyhoo of blazes as long as ye live. They murther us here every day, and starve us into the bargain. Here, Dick, lad, har! the poor divil's canow alongside; and paddle away wid yees for dear life." But we loitered awhile, listening to more inducements to ship; and at last concluded to stay to supper.
I wish I had the trench full of yer savages, and a gineral funeral we'd make of the vagabonds! Och! They're the divil's imps, I hear from all sides, and no love do I owe them." "And yet you're the bosom friend of Nick, who's anything but what I call a specimen of his people." "Is it Nick ye 're afther? Well, Nick's half-civilized accorthin' to yer Yankee manners, and he's no spicimen, at all.
"Sure I haven't opened the bag yet, but I soon will. Whativer it is it's bound to be there. Hey there, Billy, ye divil's brat, where's the mail bag?" Thus apostrophized, a sharp little Kaffir came running out with the brown bag, and Mr. O'Flaherty examined it in a leisurely manner, which elicited many an oath from the eager crowd.
"Yes, sor, you're wanted at Mother Borton's in a hurry," said another voice, and a man stepped forward. "There's the divil to pay!" I recognized the one-eyed man who had done me the service that enabled me to escape from Livermore. "Ah, Broderick, what's the matter?" "I didn't get no orders, sor, so I don't know, but there was the divil's own shindy in the height of progression when I left.
"There was Peg Barney sittin' on the groun' in his shirt wan shoe off an' wan shoe on whackin' a tent-peg over the head wid his boot, an' singin' fit to wake the dead. 'Twas no clane song that he sung, though. 'Twas the Divil's Mass." "What's that?" I asked.
You're ever an' always too ready wid your divil's grin an' your black prophecy to thim you don't like. I wondher you're not afeard that some of them might come back to yourself, an' fall upon your own head. If ever a man tempted Providence you do." "Ah, dear me!" he exclaimed, with a derisive sneer, rendered doubly repulsive by his own hideous and disfigured face, "how pious we are!
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