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Updated: June 22, 2025
'Tis good, darlin'! You'll not mind Mary Flynn callin' you darlin', though y'are postmistress, an' 'll be more than that more than that wan day or Mary Flynn's a fool. Aye, more than that y'll be, darlin', and y're eyes like purty brown topazzes and y're cheeks like roses-shure, is there anny lether for Mary Flynn, darlin'?" she hastily added as she saw the Seigneur standing in the doorway.
"I thank you, your honor, but if God lets me live to spare my life, I'll never leave the Big Boss. He's my family! I'd rather rub my hand over that silky brown head of his than over a king's. God knows when I'll see him next, though " and Mrs. Flynn's face worked and she dashed from the room. After the wonderful supper which Mrs.
Flynn's, over Hober's livery stable, and her heart beat at the signs of his altered state. When her eyes came back to him their lids were moist. "Don't send me away," she repeated. He looked at her and smiled. "What is it? What's the matter?" "I don't know but I had to come. To-day, when you spoke again of sailing, I felt as if I couldn't stand it."
She had cross-questioned her and had not broken her down. This was the most uplifted hour of Miss Flynn's life; for whereas she usually had to content herself with being humbly and gloomily in the right she could now be magnanimously and showily so. Her only perplexity was as to what she ought to do write to Colonel Chart or go up to town to see him.
Strellenhaus took no notice of the irony. He was still looking critically at the horses. The salesman glanced round him in a perfunctory way. "Thirty-six pounds bid," said he. "Mr. Jack Flynn's lot is going to Mr. Strellenhaus of Liverpool, at thirty-six pounds a head. Going going " "Forty!" cried a high, thin, clear voice.
Jerry listened now to no one but Marcia; but I couldn't tell Jack. "Somebody somebody at Flynn's," I muttered. He regarded me curiously. "But the boy is immune to flattery. There isn't a vain bone in his body. I confess he puzzles me. But I think you'll find he's quite stubborn about it." "Stubborn, yes, but "
For the part she played this day, the darlin', only such as she could play! 'Tis the innocent takin' the shame o' the guilty, and the tears do be comin' to me eyes. 'Tis not ould Widdy Flynn's eyes alone that's wet this day, but hearts do be weepin' for the love o' God." Rosalie suddenly opened the door, and, without another look at Charley, entered the house. "'Tis one in a million!" said Mrs.
See if someone did not call Flynn's home at the time of the explosion without having the call completed." Hite punched a button on the desk. To the copy boy who popped his head into the office, he roared: "Send in Mac, George and Barney!" Three young men came into the office, greeted Jimmy and waited.
They would certainly see me when they got up, so when their heads were bent together over the slip of paper the waiter brought, I quietly rose and, braving detection, went out of the door. Outside the restaurant I changed my plans. I decided not to go to Flynn's that afternoon, for I wanted Jerry to understand how little I was in sympathy with his prize fight.
To-day it was so good to live that life seemed an endless being and a tireless happy doing a gift of labour, an inspiring daytime, and a rejoicing sleep. Exaltation, a painful joy, and a wide embarrassing wonderment possessed her. She met Mrs. Flynn's face at the wicket with shining eyes and a timid smile. "Ah, there y'are, darlin'!" said Mrs. Flynn. "And how's the dear father to-day?"
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