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Miss Gallagher, let me beg that if you wish to oblige me Enter GILBERT. Sir W. Well, Gilbert? Gilb. Only, sir, if you and Miss O'Hara were at leisure, sir, one Mr. Andrew Hope, the master of the band, would wish to be allowed to come in to sing a sort of a welcome home they have set to music, sir, for Miss O'Hara. Clara.
"Who has been speculating with what little money he had left, has lost his margins, and is now forced into an act of crime to protect his speculation," said Holmes. "The broker is the notorious William C. Gallagher, who runs an up-town bucket-shop for speculative ladies to lose their pin-money and bridge winnings in, and your depositor's name is Billington Rand, Esq. otherwise yourself."
There'll be no tunes played here for the next half hour, anyway, so you needn't be afraid to go." He took Gallagher by the arm as he spoke and led him towards the hotel. Gallagher went at first with apparent reluctance, but as he got near the door his steps quickened.
"Thady," said Doyle, "do you go down to the bar, and I'll be with you in a minute. I've a word to say to the doctor." "I could do with a sup of porter after all that talk," said Gallagher, as he left the room. "Doctor," said Doyle, "if things turn out the way we hope ". "I suppose you're knocking a commission out of that nephew of yours for selling his statue for him?"
"But you aren't going to lose," Miss Blake said, enthusiastically. "I got Gallagher to play some records for me." "Silas on Fifth Avenue?" "Sure! And The Holy City, too! Willie stayed out by the barb-wire fence; he didn't dast to go in. When I come out I found him ready to cry. That desperado has sure got the heart of a woman.
I thought I'd rather be Gallagher than Red Red had to serve time once in a while. Soon as he got out I went down to Gallagher's saloon, and there was Red leaning over the bar. 'Here's a smart kid! he says, 'He and me were room-mates over in Hickory Street. He got to gassing me, and telling me I'd better come along with him, when Gallagher came in. 'What is it ye'd like to be, my son? says he.
But if I should venture a guess, I should say it was some one who didn't want me to answer the first call for breakfast at your end-of-track camp this morning. What do we do?" Gallagher was thinking. "We passed a camp av surfacers tin mile back, and there'd be rails at Arroyo Siding, tin mile back o' thot," he said reflectively.
"But how much money?" "We got three hundred pesos down, but they sent word they was comin' loaded for b'ar, so we rustled five hundred more." Skinner's eyes gleamed. "I wish I had a couple of hundred to bet on myself." "Broke, eh?" "I'm as clean as a hound's tooth." "I'm sorry y'all tossed off your wages, but" Gallagher started suspiciously "say!
It is wonderful what rubbish is tolerable if only talked in a foreign tongue. "I don't see what you wanted to have that Stirling for?" said Honorable Mrs. Justice Gallagher, to him who conferred that proud title upon her, after the guests had departed. "You are clever, arn't you?" said Gallagher, bitingly. "That's living with you," retorted the H.M.J., who was not easily put down.
"Shure, the b'ys are as pleased and kindly this mornin' as can be. It's a fight like that makes them yieldin' an' friendly. Nothin' but a little head-punchin' could make them in a sweeter mood, an' we'd a given them that if little Caggs had had any sense in him." "You mean Gallagher and Blunkers and the rest of them?" "Av course. That little time last night didn't mean much.
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