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Saying which, Norah went in and shut the door, leaving Flanagan on the outside. The bundle of dirty rags with the wasted body of a child inside, the body scarcely heavier than the rags, was laid by Pinky in the corner of a settee, and the unsightly mass shrunk together like something inanimate. "I thought you'd had enough with old Sal," said Norah, in a tone of reproof, as she came in.
"Flanagan has probably been over to Curraunbeg," said Priscilla, "to see how his old boat is looking. After what Jimmy Kinsella is sure to have told him about the way they're treating her he's naturally a bit anxious. I wonder will he have the nerve to charge them anything extra at the end for dilapidations. It's curious now that we don't see the tents on Curraunbeg.
I suppose it's because I don't speak French well, or my red hair. It's too sickening to have spent over a year in Paris without getting hold of anyone." "You don't go the right way to work," said Flanagan. He had a long and enviable list of triumphs to narrate, and though they took leave not to believe all he said, evidence forced them to acknowledge that he did not altogether lie.
Flanagan, some one who don't wear big heavy boots too; can't you hear?" Sally was right; for the kindly face of their neighbour appeared in the doorway, ushering in "the beautiful lady." "And so this is little Pollie," the sweet voice said, as, after speaking cheerfully to the widow and the others who were in the room, she stood beside the sick child.
"Took a sup on account o' what's expected! an' what's the manin'o' that, Bartle?" "Why, what would it mane but but your marriage?" "An' thunder an' fury?" exclaimed Connor, his eyes gleaming; "did you go to betray trust, an' mintion Una's name an' mine, afther what I tould you?" "Don't be foolish, Connor," replied Flanagan; "is it mad you'd have me to be?
"Stags!" replied Rouser Redhead, whose face had already become scarlet with indignation. "Stags, you say, Bartle Flanagan! Arrah, boys, I wondher where is poor Connor O'Donovan by this time?" "I suppose bushin' it afore now," said our friend of the preceding part of the night. "I bushed it myself for a year and a half, but be Japurs I got sick of it.
"You haven't a ghost of a case against Flanagan," he said. "The judge won't listen to a story like that. If you take my advice you'll go straight home and make it up with Flanagan. You'll simply waste your money if you go into court." Mr. Madden, it will be seen, was a man of principle. He made his living out of other people's quarrels, but he gave honest advice to his clients.
You don't suppose you're the only Smith in the world, do you?" We laughed at this. It wasn't half bad for Flanagan. The new boy, however, remained quite solemn as he replied, briefly, "John Smith."
Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to them! "Seventeen minutes to nine," said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards which Ralph handed to him. Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill cry.
"No, she's not sick; she's only shamming," growled Flanagan. "You shut up!" retorted Norah. "I wasn't speaking to you." Then she repeated her question: "Are you sick, Nell?" "Yes." "Where?" "I don't know." Norah laid her hand on the child's head: "Does it hurt here?" "Oh yes! It hurts so I can't see good," answered Nell. "It's all a lie! I know her; she's shamming."
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