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Updated: May 18, 2025
What's your business at this hour of the night?" "Fwhat do we want?" the sergeant uttered mirthless chuckle "fwhy 'tis yu' we want, Gully for murdher! Come off th' perch, man, th' jig's up! There's a bunch av us here we've got yu're shack covered properly wid carbines north, east, south, an' west ye can pull nothin' off. Come now! will ye pitch up an' act reasonable?
His eyes glittered dangerously and his wide mouth wreathed into an unholy grin, "'Tis a shmart man that iver puts ut over on me at th' Orderly-room. . . Fwhy du I not sind him into th' Post? . . . eyah! fwhy du I not? . . ." Chin sunk on his huge chest, he mused awhile. George waited. "Listen, bhoy!" A terrible earnestness crept into the soft voice.
"Fwhy it isn't whor sale, my lady," replied Phil, evading the former question; "the masther here, Gad bless him an' spare him to you, ma'am! thrath, an' it's his four quarthers that knew how to pick out a wife, any how, whor beauty an' all hanerable whormations o' grandheur so he did; an' well he desarves you, my lady: faix, it's a fine houseful o' thim you'll have, plase Gad an' fwhy not? whin it's all in the coorse o' Providence, bein' both so handsome: he gev me a pound note whor her my ladyship, an' his own plisure aftherwards; an' I'm now waitin' to be ped."
In fwhat fashion he puts th' wind up 'him, I do not know; they will not talk, out av pure kindness av heart an' rispict for meself, I guess. But a few days here, an' bingo! they apply for thransfer. Now ye know ivrythin', bhoy fwhat I am up against, an' fwhy I will not 'can' Yorkey. Ye've a face that begets thrust do not bethray ut, but thry an' hilp me.
At that I tuk Love-o'- Women by the scruff an' threw him under a bowlder, an' whin I sat down I heard the bullets patterin' on that good stone. "'Ye may dhraw your own wicked fire, I sez, shakin' him, 'but I'm not goin' to be kilt too. "Ye've come too soon, he sez. 'Ye've come too soon. In another minute they cud not ha' missed me. Mother av God, he sez, 'fwhy did ye not lave me be?
"Fwhy not?" said Dan, with a twinkle in his eye as he stretched himself for rest. "Are we not conspirin' all we can, an' while we conspire are we not entitled to free dhrinks? Sure his ould mother in New York would not let her son's comrades perish of drouth if she can be reached at the end of a letter." "You're a janius," said Horse Egan. "0' coorse she will not.
'Fwhy is ut? said Mulvaney, bringing down his hand on his thigh with a crack. In the name av God, fwhy is ut? I've seen ut, tu. They cheat an' they swindle an' they lie an' they slander, an' fifty things fifty times worse; but the last an' the worst by their reckonin' is to serve the Widdy honest. It's like the talk av childher seein' things all round.
"Fwhy wouldn't you carry it on here?" and he accompanied the query with a piercing-glance as he spoke. "Because," replied Hycy, "I have been seen here too often already, and my name must not in any way be connected with your proceedings. This place, besides, is now too much known. It's best and safest to change our bob, Ted."
"How do you know that he keeps misses privately?" "Fwhy, shir, dey say his last one was a Miss Herbert, and dat she had a young one by him, and dat she was an Englishwoman. It isn't ginerally known, I believe, shir, but dey do be sayin' dat she was brought to bed in de cottage of some bad woman named Mary Mahon, dat does be on de lookout to get sweethearts for him."
"What did I go through it fwhor? fwhy, thin, fwhor the sake o' the trewth I'm a Gaaulway man, boys, and it isn't in Can-naught you'll fwhind the man that's afeard to do fwhat's right: here's aaul your healths, and that everything may soon be as it ought to be." "Well," said the other, "you are a Can-naught man sartainly, that's clear from your tongue; but I want to axe you a question.
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