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Carrie waited an hour in a dingy office, quite in spite of obstacles, to learn this fact of the placid, indifferent Mr. Dorney. "You will have to write and ask him to see you." So she went away. At the Empire Theatre she found a hive of peculiarly listless and indifferent individuals. Everything ornately upholstered, everything carefully finished, everything remarkably reserved.
Carrie waited an hour in a dingy office, quite in spite of obstacles, to learn this fact of the placid, indifferent Mr. Dorney. "You will have to write and ask him to see you." So she went away. At the Empire Theatre she found a hive of peculiarly listless and indifferent individuals. Everything ornately upholstered, everything carefully finished, everything remarkably reserved.
'Dorney, says me uncle Mike, f'r he was chairman iv th' comity, 'Dorney, he says, 'me an' me associated warriors wants to know, he says. 'What d'ye mane? says Dorney. 'Ye brought us up here, says me uncle Mike, 'to fight the British, he says.
Mogley passed out, walking down the five flights of stairs to the street, forgetful of the elevator. The dramatic editor looked at his watch. "Half-past twelve," he said; then, to a man at another desk: "Jack, I can't come just yet. I'll meet you at the club. Order devilled crabs and a bottle of Bass for me." He ran up-stairs to the night editor. "Mr. Dorney, have you the theatre proofs?
The brace of partridges, then, and the moor-hen, I shot on the other side of Dorney Common; the milk for the bread-sauce, came as usual from the old black and white cow. The ale, bread, knives and forks, I easily procured from my dame's own supper-table, just before she and the rest of the boys entered the room.
They had more gin'rals thin ye cud find in a Raypublican West Town convintion, an' ivry private was at laste a colonel. They made me uncle Mike a brigadier gin'ral. 'That 'll do f'r a time, says he; 'but, whin th' fun begins, I'll pull Dorney off his horse, an' be a major gin'ral, he says. An' he'd 've done it, too, on'y they was no fightin'.
'If ye think, he says, 'that we come over, he says, 'to engage in a six days' go-as-you-please walkin' match, he says, 'ye'd betther go an' have ye'er head looked into, he says. 'Have ye anny British around here? Have ye e'er a Sassenach concealed about ye'er clothes? he says. 'We can't do annything if they won't stand f'r us, says Dorney.
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