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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Howandiver, there's no harrum in tryin' to belave, an' so here goes for the exparimint. If ye'll kape silence a bit, I'll jist collect me moind on the subject, an' we'll see what happens." For a moment the gray, piggish eyes of the Father, and the black, gleaming, mysterious orbs of his visitor were fixed upon each other.
Disliking to interfere with their only amusement, I let them know that I did not dislike to see them playing cards. At this they were very pleased, saying, "Sure, it's no harrum; it's not gambling we are; divil a cint have we to win or lose." One day I stopped to look on a moment at a game of euchre. Said he, "Sure, ma'am, it's bating the b'ys intirely, I am."
O'Flynn, poorly disguising his delight in a scrimmage, had been shouting: "Ye'll spoil the Blow-Out, ye meddlin' jackass! Can't ye let Mac make his spache? No; ye must ahlways be huntin' round fur harrum to be doin' or throuble to make."
"I seen his face," said Kildare, jerking a blackened thumb towards the gunner's sighting-glasses, "minnits back through thim little jiggers, an' to man or mortal that's as sick wid the hate av Life, an' as sharp-set with the hunger for Death as the Docthur is this day, no harrum will come. 'Tis quare, but thrue."
Bartlett inquired suspiciously if any of them boys belonged to either of you ladies, one of the latter replied with a counter-inquiry: "What harrum have the young boys done ye, thin, misther? Shure it's been a playzin' little enjoyment forr thim afther school-hours!" Which revealed the worst part of Mr.
A multitude of knots in the harness required attention and he carefully scrutinized every part of the car while the villagers kept up a volley of comments such as: "Shure it's a quare customer ye have this mornin', Andy my b'y. The Lord betune ye an' harrum, Andy avick. Shure it's no human bein' ye're drivin' away wid."
"Nayther whiskey punch?" "Nayther that." "Well, thin, yer riverence, would it be any harrum fur me to give a toast?" "By no manes, Mrs. O'Brien. Toast away as much as ye like, bedad!" "Well, thin, here's to the Council of Trint, fur if it keeps us from atin', it doesn't keep us from drinkin'!"
I never thought of that; but why can't we eat a bit of duck, yer riverence?" "Why? Because the Council of Trint won't lave us that's why." "Well, well, now, but I'm sorry fur that, fur I can only give ye a bite of bread and cheese and a glass of something hot. Would that be any harrum, sir?" "Harrum! by no manes, woman. Sure we must live any way, and bread and cheese is not forbid!"
"Then we sailed right before the wind, due south?" "Sure, an' we did that same afther Mister Haldane's will-o'-the-wisp for three hours, bedad!" "Oh, Mr O'Neil," I pleaded, "please leave me out of it. I'm sure I've seen and heard enough of the ship already!" "Be aisy, me darlint! It's only me fun, sure; and I mean ye no harrum," said he in his jocular way.
"A've got a bit iv a thraytise scribbled down, furbye a wheen o' other wans on han'. A thought mebbe" and his glance rested on the angelface of the sleeping child "well, A thought mebbe it would do hur no harrum fur people till know that hur father well-as ye might say Nat but what she'll hev money in the bank, plaze God.
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