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Ruth could not allow the occurrence to end without an explanation. She ran to the fence and peered over. "Oh, Mr. Murphy!" she cried. "You're not really hurt?" "For the love av mercy!" ejaculated the cobbler. "Niver tell me that youse was the one that pushed the pig through the fince that har-rd that he kem near flyin' down me t'roat? Ye niver could have done it, Miss Kenway don't be tillin' me.
That was where he come in. An' he took th' money an' carrid it over to a cor-rner iv th' gr-rounds where a la-ad had wan iv thim matcheens where ye pay tin cints f'r th' privilege iv seein' how har-rd ye can hit with a sledge-hammer, an' there he stayed till th' polis come ar-round to dhrive people off th' gr-rounds." "Well," Mr. Hennessy asked, "how goes th' war?" "Splendid, thank ye," said Mr.
If ever I get a chance, see me snub him har-rd though he did rescue me twice! Well, thank goodness! it was the Scoutmaster, not he, who played Jack at a Pinch in Tory Cave." And it was the Scoutmaster, in days gone by, with the help of his boys, who had built the great stone fireplace in the girls' bungalow in which a brilliant Council Fire was now blazing.
A whole continint. Anybody that was sailin' by would have noticed it. But, gintilmin, a dinner is a very small thing and they are har-rd to discover, as ivry wan of you lads very will know. Columbus wint out in thray ships, our gallant captain wint out in his undhershirt and a straw hat. I say thray cheers for our gallant captain!"
Me own hear-rt is har-rd an' me eyes ar-re dhry, but I'd break down if I had to hand anny wan that much. 'I suppose th' check is good, says th' clargyman, ''Tis certified, says th' weepin' father. 'Do ye take this check, says th' clargyman, 'to have an' to hold, until some wan parts ye fr'm it? he says. 'I do, says th' young man.
"Hold har-rd or you'll run her down." "Now then, Riley, look alive, is it slapin' ye are!" "Hold yer jaw, Flanigan, and stand ready with the boat-hook. Now then, hold har-rd!" The sudden jarring and tilting of the water-logged boat, a sound of rasping timbers, the swarming of men in shirtsleeves and blue trousers around her, seemed to rouse her momentarily, but she again fainted away.
Irish shrugged. "Oi mane this," he answered. "Moncrossen is a har-rd man altogether. He hates a greener. He thinks no wan but an owld hand has any business in th' woods, an' 'tis his boast that in wan season he'll make a lumberjack or a corpse out av any greener. "An' comin' from Appleton hisself he'll hate ye worse'n ever, f'r he'll think ye'll be afther crimpin' his bird's-eye game.
Nawthin' cud be happyer, as Hogan says, thin th' thought iv cillybratin' th' season be sthringin' up some iv th' fathers iv th' city where th' childher cud see thim. But I'm afraid, Hinnissy, that you an' me won't see it. 'Twill all be over soon, an' Willum J. O'Brien 'll go by with his head just as near his shoulders as iver. 'Tis har-rd to hang an aldherman, annyhow.
"If that's so, girlie," said the mountain landlady alas! for Andrew True-penny, alias Campbell, now came the evil chance over which he sulked "if that's so, and you could only find the mountain wishing-stone, stand on it and wish three times wish har-rd maybe, the good fairies would give you back what you're looking for!" "Where where is it the wishing-stone?"
'How's all th' folks? says I. 'All well, thank ye kindly, he says. 'save an' except th' wife an' little Eleen, he says. 'They're not so well, he says. 'But what can ye expect? They've had th' best iv health all th' year. 'It must be har-rd wurrukin' at th' mills this weather, I says. ''Tis war-rum, he says; 'but ye can't look f'r snow-storms this time iv th' year, he says.
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