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"It looks as though you'd have more than you bargained for at the House-Warming," he said. O'Flynn came down the hill babbling like a brook. "Good-day to ye, Father. The blessin's o' Heaven on ye fur not kapin' us starvin' anny longer. There's Potts been swearin', be this and be that, that yourself and the little divvle wudn't be at the Blow-Out at ahl, at ahl."
A flood of radiance from the relighted student lamp fell athwart the floor. The girl lay close and still, holding her breath. Ten seconds, perhaps, ticked on into Eternity: seconds that were in themselves eternities. Then: "No one here, O'Hagan." The door was closed, and through its panels more faintly came: "Faith, and the murdhering divvle must've flew th' coop afore ye come in, sor."
Nine times out of ten, Patricia played the tune to which Riley danced, but this was the tenth, and an older understanding would have heeded the signals of the approaching storm. "I don't say she has more iv it than other childern," Riley explained to Mrs. Gorham; "but th' divvle is in 'em all. Go 'long wid ye'er ride, Missus Gorham, an' lave her ter me.
An' divvle a fut will I put out iv this dure to see e'er a prisidint, prince, or potentate, fr'm th' czar iv Rooshia to th' king iv Chiny. There's Prisidint Mack at th' Audjiotoroom, an' here's Prisidint Dooley at nine-double-naught-nine, an' th' len'th iv th' sthreet between thim.
An' th' more he made, th' more he wanted, an', wantin' nawthin' more, it come to him fr'm the divvle, who kept th' curse f'r his own time. This man Ahearn, whin he had acres an' acres on Halsted Sthreet, an' tinants be th' scoor that prayed at nights f'r him that he might live long an' taste sorrow, he marrid a girl.
Th' English kept comin' an' the Boers kept movin' till they cudden't move anny further without bumpin' into th' Soodanese ar-rmy an' thin they settled down an' says they, 'This far shall we go, says they, bein' a rellijous people, 'an' divvle th' sthep further. An' they killed off th' irrelijous naygurs an' started in f'r to raise cattle.
Dillon, in the breathless silence having slowly untied the thongs, held his sack aslant between the two lights, and poured out a stream-nuggets and coarse bright gold. The crowd about the table drew audible breath. Nobody actually spoke at first, except O'Flynn, who said reverently: "Be the Siven! Howly Pipers! that danced at me gran'-mother's weddin' when the divvle called the chune!"
I had just won thirty millyon dollars fr'm him throwin' dice, an' he remarked to me 'I bet it's hot in Chicago. But about eight thirty, th' wind, which had been blowin' acrost th' brick-yard, changed into th' northeast an' I moved back to Newpoort." "Ar-re ye crazy fr'm th' heat?" Mr. Hennessy asked. "Divvle th' bit," said Mr.
But, faix, sor, a poor woman as the professor knows is took moighty bad in her inside, some of her neighbours says, an' wants help at onst! "`Who is it, O'Dowd? I asks. `Do you know where she lives? "`Mistress Flannagan's her name, says the porter. `She's Mistress Lancett's ould la'ndress, sor; a cantankerous ould woman, too, an' wid the divvle of a temper!
"What's the poor thing called?" someone inquired of the sentry. The sentry, being an Irishman, mistook the idiom. "He's called a Bull," said he, stroking the barrel of his rifle. "H'what the divvle else?" "But 'tis the man we mean." "Oh, he's called Letcher; sergeant; North Wilts." Letcher gulped down a mouthful of water and managed to sit up, pushing the butcher's arm aside.
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