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Updated: June 27, 2025
"You see," he continued, apologetically, "I'm not used to this sort o' thing. Moreover, I've a tendency to nightmare. Don't alarm yourselves, ladies, I never do anything worse to disturb folk than give a shout or a yell or two, but occasionally I do let fly with a leg or an arm when the fit's on me, an' if I should get entangled with this flummery, you know I'd be apt to damage it.
I write 'em when the fit's on me, and I burn 'em when the fit's through; and you'll hardly think it, but I never told a living soul I ever did such a thing till I told you this minute. My set I mean, I couldn't bear to be laughed at. But you seem to be a fellow that's been in much the same sort of box yourself." "I don't know quite that. At any rate, I've never thought of shooting myself."
Idleness is the devil or mother of him. I manage my estates; but the truth is, it doesn't occupy my mind. 'Your time. 'My mind, I say. 'Whichever you please. 'You're crusty to-day, Redworth. Let me tell you, I think and hard too, when the fit's on me.
The aconite was in full bloom under the trees, and the soil was all pricked with little green blades. He was drinking it all in with delighted glances. I said something about his book. "Oh, the fit's off!" said he; "I'm sober again! I finished the chapter, and, by Jove, I think it's the worst thing I have done yet. It's simply infamous! I read it with strong sensations of nausea!
You kin never tell how long his loosid interval will last, nor when the fit's comin' on him. Mebbe the changes o' the moon's somethin' to do with it. Mebbe it's somethin' that they eat, like what the cattle eat out West that makes 'em go crazy." "Will the guerrillas begin shootin' at us as soon's we cross the river?" "Can't tell. Guerrillas's like the nose-bleed likely to come on you at any time.
"I don't know," observed her companion, sighing and looking at her affectionately, "how any step-mother could be harsh to you." "Ha! ha! ha! don't you, indeed? Faix, then, if you had me, maybe you wouldn't think so I'm nothin' but a born divil when the fit's on me." "Charley Hanlon," proceeded the strange woman, "bid me ax you for the ould tobaccy-box you promised him last night."
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