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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Neuralgy!" said Sadie Corn crisply. "I've just told her to quit rubbing her head with peppermint. She's got the stuff into her eyes." She picked up the bottle on her desk and studied its label, frowning. "Run along downstairs, Julia. I'll see if they won't send you some hot tea." Donahue, hands clasped behind him, was walking off in his leisurely, light-footed way.
'Hol' on! he says. 'That's not a rented pianny, ye daft girl, he says. 'Why, pap-pah, says Molly, 'what d'ye mean? she says. 'That's Wagner, she says. ''Tis th' music iv th' future, she says. 'Yes, says Donahue, 'but I don't want me hell on earth. I can wait f'r it, he says, 'with th' kind permission iv Mrs. Donahue, he says.
'Th' women'll earn their own livin', she says; 'an' mebbe, she says, 'th' men'll stay at home an' dredge in th' house wurruk, she says. 'A-ho, says Donahue. 'An' that's th' new woman, is it? he says. An' he said no more that night. "But th' nex' mornin' Mrs. Donahue an' Mollie come to his dure. 'Get up, says Mrs. Donahue, 'an' bring in some coal, she says.
She's brisk and businesslike. "If you've come to beg me to let up on that sneaking English butler," says she, "you needn't waste any more breath. He's going to do time for this job." "But suppose he could be coaxed into tellin' where the loot was?" says I. "He's had the third degree good and strong," says she. "The boys told me so. He won't squeal. Donahue says he ain't right in his head.
Studying her grave face with shrewd eyes Donahue slowly lost his smile. "The inside-ball of it, eh? Come, let's sit over here a bit the sun's shure warm today.... Miss Madge, a knocker is the strangest man known in the game, the hardest to deal with an' what every baseball manager hates most."
"Of course it came from upstairs. Cassidy!" "Sorr?" "Get down into the street, call up the reserves, and stand at the front entrance to keep the crowd back. We'll have the whole city here in five minutes." "Right, sorr." "Don't let anyone in." "No, sorr." "Well, see that you don't. Come along, Donahue, now. Look slippy." "On the spot, sorr!" said Officer Donahue.
Donahue says this with great unction, throwing her uncombed hair back, then daintily raising her dress apace, and inquiring of Mr. Sheriff Hardscrabble, who sits on his Honor's left, peering sharply through his spectacles, how he likes the spread of her broad, flat foot; "the charging the fees to Donahue, yer onher, 'd do it!" And to this end did he grant Mrs.
Joseph Donahue, assigned only last night to special patrol duty in the Eleventh Ward, at midnight was shot through the brain and instantly killed. The tragedy was enacted in the full glare of the street lights on the corner of Polk Street and Clermont Avenue. Our society is indeed unstable when the custodians of its peace are thus openly and wantonly shot down.
With her head full of meeting Jerry Donahue, Cordelia tripped down the four flights of stairs to the street door. As Clarice, she thought of Jerry as James the butler; in fact, all the beaux she had had of late were so many repetitions of the unfortunate James in her mind.
After a brief correspondence with Friend Hopper, the mayor said to Mr. Donahue, "We had better drop this business, like a hot potato; for Mr. Hopper knows more law in such cases as this, than you and I put together." He would often resort to the most unexpected expedients. Upon one occasion, a slave case was brought before Judge Rush, brother of Dr. Benjamin Rush.
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