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There the bailiff demanded in a very angry tone the cause of Tom's conduct; and when it was found to be only a mutual misunderstanding that Goggins wouldn't take a liberty with a gentleman "in defficulties" for the world, and that Tom wouldn't hurt a fly, "only under a mistake" matters were cleared up to the satisfaction of all parties, and the real business of the meeting commenced: that was to pay Tom's debt out of hand; and when the bailiff saw all demands, fees included, cleared off, the clouds from his brow cleared off also, he was the most amiable of sheriff's officers, and all his sentimentality returned.
"Give me your hand, sir," said the bailiff, leading Tom forward. They ascended some creaking stairs, and the bailiff, fumbling for some time with a key at a door, unlocked it and shoved it open, and then led in his captive. Tom saw a shabby-genteel sort of person, whose back was towards him, directing a letter. "Ah, Goggins!" said the writer, "you're come back in the nick of time.
They lit their cigarettes and turned to the right. After a pause Stephen began: Aristotle has not defined pity and terror. I have. I say Lynch halted and said bluntly: Stop! I won't listen! I am sick. I was out last night on a yellow drunk with Horan and Goggins.
"Oh that last song of the Solicitor-General's," said Goggins, with an air as if the Solicitor-General were his particular friend. "About the robbery?" inquired Jim. "To be sure," returned Goggins. "Dear me," said Larry, "and would so grate a man as the Solicithor-General demane himself by writin' about robbers?"
Fortunately no evil consequences ensued, until matters could be explained in the hall, and Edward and Dick were introduced to the upper room, from which Goggins had been so suddenly ejected.
Tom thought this was some new touch of the "free-and-easy" on Mister Goggins's part, and, losing all command of himself, he jumped from his chair, and with a vigorous kick gave Mister Goggins such a lively impression of his desire that he should leave the room, that Mister Goggins went head foremost down the stairs, pitching his whole weight upon Dick Dawson and Edward O'Connor, who were ascending the dark stairs, and to whom all his bows had been addressed.
You deserve, my dear Tom, that you should have been uppermost in my thoughts; for here is a note I have just written to you, enclosing a copy of verses to you on your marriage in short, it is an epithalamium." "That's what I told you, sir," said Goggins to Tom. "May the divil burn you and your epithalamium!" said Tom Durfy, stamping round the little room.
The flames, fanned by a brisk breeze, were roaring through the ancient timbers, devouring them eagerly. Farmer Goggins and his family, wringing their hands despairingly, gazed at the scene. "Where is the fire brigade?" shouted some one. "They started out but they've broken down on the road," came back the reply. "They won't get here before the entire farm is destroyed."
I have finished now, and you may take the letter to Mister Durfy." "You may give it to him yourself, sir," replied Goggins, "for here he is." "Indeed!" said the writer, turning round. "What!" exclaimed Tom Durfy, in surprise; "James Reddy!" "Even so," said James, with a sentimental air: "'The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Literature is a bad trade, my dear Tom!
"To be sure you must," returned Larry; "and mighty improvin' it must be. Did you ever catch a thief, sir?" "My good man, you mistake my profession," said Goggins, proudly; "we never have anything to do in the criminal line, that's much beneath us." "I ax your pardon, sir." "No offence no offence."
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