Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 17, 2025
"The manager said we were to ask for Mr Durfy," said Reginald. "I wish to goodness he'd keep you down there; he knows I'm crowded out with boys. He always serves me that way, and I'll tell him so one of these days." This last speech, though apparently addressed to the boys, was really a soliloquy on Mr Durfy's part; but for all that it failed to enchant his audience.
Well now afther that remember I give it from the althar, that from this day out sthraw bonnets pay fi'penny pieces. L s. d. Thomas Durfy, Esq. 1 0 0 "It's not his parish and he's a brave gentleman. L s. d. Miss Fanny Dawson 1 0 0 "A Protestant out of the parish, and a sweet young lady, God bless her! Oh, 'faith, the Protestants is shaming you!!! L s. d.
"Considering I'm on the committee," said Sam, with ruffled dignity, "I've a right to keep it just as long as I please. Are you a member here?" "No, but I'm introduced." "What's your name?" "Durfy." "Oh, you're the man who was in the Rocket. I heard of you from a friend of mine.
Reginald said nothing, but let his brother lead him back slowly to the big room presided over by Mr Durfy. "Where is it?" Horace inquired of him at the door. "That little room in the corner." "All right. I'll come if I possibly can. Do try it, old man, won't you?" "I'll try it," said Reginald, with something very like a groan as he opened the door and walked grimly back to the back case-room.
And what's more, I'll have one, or you leave this place in five minutes. Come, now, give me a lower-case `x." Reginald hesitated a moment. Suppose Mr Durfy had it in him to be as good as his word. What then about young Gedge? He picked up an "x" sullenly, and tossed it at the overseer's feet. "That's not giving it to me," said the latter, with a sneer of triumph already on his face.
I've allowed him thirteen shillings a week till Christmas, and he says, `Thank you. He's had his name turned inside out, and I do believe he thinks it an improvement! He sticks in the place all day with that young cockney gaol-bird you picked us up too, Durfy, and never growls." "Does he help himself to any of the money?" "Not a brass farthing!
He meanwhile was keeping his eye on Gedge and Mr Durfy, and about a fortnight after his arrival at the Rocket, a passage of arms occurred which, slight as it was, had a serious influence on the future of all three parties concerned. The seven o'clock bell had rung, and this being one of Horace's late evenings, Reginald proposed to Gedge to stroll home with him and call and see Mrs Cruden.
Dick and Edward all this time were on their way to the relief of Tom Durfy, who, though he had cooled down from the boiling-pitch to which the misadventure of the morning had raised him, was still simmering, with his elbows planted on the rickety table in Mr. Goggins' "bower," and his chin resting on his clenched hands. It was the very state of mind in which Tom was most dangerous.
The fat and fair Widow Flanagan had, at length, given up shilly- shallying, and yielding to the fervent entreaties of Tom Durfy, had consented to name the happy day. She would have some little ways of her own about it, however, and instead of being married in the country, insisted on the nuptial knot being tied in Dublin.
The Wilderham fellows would read it, and set him down as one more who had gone to the bad. Young Gedge would read it, and scorn him for a hypocrite and a humbug. Durfy would read it, and chuckle. His mother and Horace would read it. Yes, and what would they think? Nothing he could say would convince them or anybody. They might forgive him, but The thought made his blood boil within him.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking