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He was barefooted, bareheaded, and only one suspinder was between him and the police. 'Is your mother bad? asked his riverince. 'Dochtor says she'll die afore mornin', says the gossoon. 'Will you lind me a horse, Phelim? asked his riverince. 'You ride a horse, with that leg! says Phelim. 'No, I'll drive you, in the cart; and he went off to the stables.

Lift his head, Ned; not so much. See!" he cried, exultantly, as the strong liquor caused the eyelids to quiver; "see, Misses, he's all roight; he's jest stunned; that's all. There's the dochtor now. God bless the little woman! She wasn't long!" The sound of wheels crunching the gravel, with a sudden stop at the porch, had come to their ears. "Come out av the room, Ma'am," Mike besought Mrs.

Ye'll not slape, and ye'll not warm up. Look at ye now. You've an ague." "I was sick at Limerick wan night," O'Brien hurried on, "an' the dochtor cudn't bleed me. But after slapin' a few hours an' gettin' warm in bed the blood came freely. It's God's truth I'm tellin' yez. Don't be murderin' me!" "His veins are open now," the captain said. "'Tis no use leavin' him in his pain.

Old Patsy knew a lot about sickness and wounds. "Py cosh, dot vos lucky for you, alreatty," he had pronounced. "So you don't git plood-poisonings, mit fever, you be all right pretty soon. You go to shleep, yet. If fix you oop till der dochtor he cooms. I seen fellers shot plumb through der middle off dem, und git yell. You ain't shot so bad. You go to shleep."