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Why, that boy was so smart, Docthor, that, may I never sin, when he went first to the Latin, but an' this no lie, for I have it from his own lips when he'd look upon his task two or three times over night, he'd waken wid every word of it, pat off the book the next mornin'. And how do you think he got it?
"It's ould Terence, sure enough," says Thady, "isn't it cute the fairy docthor found him out," says he. "I'm an the pint iv snuffication," says Terence, "let me out, I tell you, an' wait till I get at ye," says he, "for begorra, the divil a bone in your body but I'll powdher," says he.
"Thrue for you, sir," replied Denis; "I surely got above twenty guineas for him, an' I'm well satisfied wid the bargain." "You hear that now, Mike you hear what he says." "There's no goin' beyant it," returned Mike; "the proof o' the puddin' is in the atin, as we'll soon know, Mave eh, Docthor?"
"She ees well, the petite belle, but upon her cheek the, what ees eet the doctaire did say?" "Sure, Marie, 'tis a ould-fashioned rash, an' manny's the toime Oive seen ut on a babby's face, an' whoile the docthor makes a fuss about it, it's just nothin' at all, at all," responded Bridget.
"Plaize, yer 'onner," said he, addressing Larkyns, who was still caterer of the mess and the senior in rank of those present, as he was twanging away at his banjo with infinite zest, "the docthor sez if ye can't be aisy he axes ye to be as aisy as ye can."
So Mave, if you'll be guided by your priest, advance the mutton towards the fire about two inches, and keep the little girsha basting steadily, and then you'll be sure to have it rich and juicy." "Docthor, wid submission, I was wantin' to know what a good parish might be " "Mike Lawdher, if I don't mistake, you ought to have good grazing down in your meadows at Ballinard.
"Now, Docthor dear, before us all an' sure you know as well as I do, that we're all friends together what's your downright opinion of Denis? Is he as bright as you tould me the other mornin' he was?" "Really, Denis O'Shaughnessy," replied his Reverence, "it's not pleasant to me to be pressed so often to eulogize a young gintleman of whose talents I have so frequently expressed my opinion.
"Darby," replied the Doctor, to whom he was well known, "you are a good herbalist, but even although you should not serve me as usual in that capacity, yet I cannot say exactly either life or death. The case is too critical a one; but I do not despair, Darby, if that will satisfy you." "More power to you, Docthor, achora. Hell-an-age, where's that bottle? bring it here. Thank you, Vread.
"`Faith an' that's more nor I dare, Bridget, says I. `I promist the docthor, sure, I wouldn't touch another dhrop o' sperrits for the nixt four-an'-twenty hours, as I'm a livin' sinner! "`But I don't want ye to dhrink sperrits, says she. `Me an' me frind Mistress Wilkins here is jist havin' a cup of tay, sure; an' axes ye to jine us, that's all!
"No hopes, Docthor!" he exclaimed, with a bewildered air: "did you say no hopes, sir? Oh! no, you didn't you couldn't say that there's no hopes!" "The hopes of her recovery, Mr. Connell, are but slender, if any."
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