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Nawthin'd please me betther thin to turn me back on th' wicked an' ingloryous past, rayform me life, an' live at peace with th' wurruld to th' end iv me days. But how th' divvle can I do it? As th' fellow says, 'Can th' leopard change his spots, or can't he?
'What ails ye? says I. 'Have ye seen th' divvle? 'Yes, he says, bendin' his head over th' bar, an' lookin' sivinty years instead iv forty-five." Any of the Archey Road cars that got out of the barns at all were pulled by teams of four horses, and the snow hung over the shoulders of the drivers' big bearskin coats like the eaves of an old-fashioned house on the blizzard night.
Harkins is a regular divvle, and the ould gentleman well, ma'am, he do swear finer 'n any gentleman I ever met. It's just the place for me." And Jane sighed as her old mistress left her. "Wasn't she great, Bess?" said Thaddeus, on the way home. "She was, indeed," replied Mrs. Perkins, with a smile. "It's a pity I'm not a divvle." Thaddeus laughed.
'I tell ye here an' now, he says, 'they'se as good business men in th' quite counthry graveyards iv Kansas as ye can find in the palathial lunch- counthers iv Wall street, he says. 'Whin I see th' face iv that man who looks like a two-dollar pitcher iv Napolyeon at Saint Heleena, he says, 'I say to mesilf, ye shall not ye shall not' what th' divvle is it ye shall not do, Hinnissy?"
Even the Empress smiled and, seeing this, all the courtiers, including Naples and Talleyrand, were delighted. "Is not this a great day for Ireland?" said the Marquis, with a tear trickling down his noble face. "O Ireland! O my country! But no more of that. Go up, Phil, you divvle, and offer her Majesty the choice of punch or negus."
"He went right to sleep, the minute I'd fed him and tied him snug," Mrs. Hanson murmured. "He was a sulky divvle and wouldn't give a decent answer to me till he had his stomach filled. From the way he waded into the ham and eggs, I guess a square meal and him has been strangers for a long time."
No, no" this to the Bryanite "we'll go back. I'll show 'ee sport we'll hunt th' old Divvle by scent and view to-night. I'm Squire Moyle, ain't I? And I've a pack o' hounds, ha'n't I? Back, boys back, I tell 'ee!" Lizzie Pezzack swung her torch. "Back back to Tredinnis!" The crowd took up the cry, "Back to Tredinnis!"
"Thim's no rel-ations to me," Mr. Dooley answered. "Thim's farmer Dooleys. No wan iv our fam'ly iver lived in th' counthry. We live in th' city, where they burn gas an' have a polis foorce to get on to. We're no farmers, divvle th' bit. We belong to th' industhreel classes.
And who the divvle are ye at all? Pwhy don't ye spake?" Maitland turned purple; and emitted a furious snort. "Misther Maitland, be all thot's strange!... Is ut mad I am? Or how did ye get back here and into this fix, sor, and me swapin' the halls and polishin' the brasses fernist the front dure iv'ry minute since ye wint out?"
It's a pretty property, though sadly encumbered; for old Sir George was the divvle of a man a friend of Hanbury Williams, and Lyttleton, and those horrid, monstrous, ojous people! How much will he have now, mister, when the Admiral dies?" "Why, ma'am, I can't say; but the Admiral is not my friend's father." "Not his father? but he is, I tell you, and I'm never wrong. Who is his father, then?"
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