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Updated: June 7, 2025
Oi'll be goin' down th' thrail a piece an' see phwat's to see. Oi ain't axin' ye to go 'long. Ye poor prayer-dhrivlin' haythen, wid yer limon av a hear-rt ye've got a yallar shtripe that raches to th' length an' width av ye. Ye'd be no good nohow. "But 'tis mesilf ain't fearin' th' evil eye av th' werwolf an' she is called be the name av th' divil's own. "But listen ye here, ye pea-soup Frinchy!
"I belave in you to the seeds. C'lestin' an' may Heaven deefin' the walls as I speak his name has nine an' seventy ways of makin' off with you. Boy, I've known the day in these seas when he'd do it for practice. But he's old now an' tender of hear-rt. He laves it to your good sense to lave him alone. 'Tis well, you trusted no one save old Monkhouse.
''Tis most gin'rous iv ye, he says, 'but me hear-rt fails me, he says. 'What is it to be Prisident? says he. 'Th' White House, he says, 'is a prison, he says, 'to which a man is condimned, he says, 'f'r fine wurruk at th' polls, he says. 'Th' life iv a Prisident is slavery, he says.
Dooley, "th' first thing I r-run acrost is somethin' like this: 'A hot an' handsome gift f'r Christmas is Lucy Ann Patzooni's "Jims iv Englewood Thought"; or 'If ye wud delight th' hear-rt iv yer child, ye'll give him Dr.
Give th' names iv Dorsey an' Flannagan, an' if th' English ambassadure goes by get down on ye'er ban's an' knees an' don't make a sign till he's out iv sight, he says. 'Th' stout party in blue near by'll be Mark Hanna. He may be able to arrange a raypublican meetin' f'r ye to addhress, he says. 'The gr- reat hear-rt iv th' raypublican party throbs f'r ye. So does Mack's, he says.
It near broke th' townsfolk, an' they were wild with delight whin he come back an' opened up th' big house. "But wan year there come a flood iv rain, an' th nex' year another flood, an' th' third year there wasn't a lumper turned up that wasn't blue-black to th' hear-rt.
The laundress hurdled the ambiguous pronouns like a thoroughbred. "Is it th' trut' ye're tellin' me?" she demanded, forgetting her graces, and grounding her saucer with a clatter. "Cross me hear-rt," said the housemaid, enjoying her sensation. "Ye'll excuse me intherruptin' " "Ye're no intherruptin'. 'Tis th' ind iv th' shtory." "But phat did th' good ma-an say?"
"So this poor way-worn sowl, afther thryin' ivry other rimidy fr'm dhrivin' a coach to failin' to vote, at las' sought out th' rile high clark iv th' coort an' says he: 'Behold, he says, 'an onhappy man, he says. 'With millyons in me pocket, two hotels an' onlimited credit, 'he says, 'me hear-rt is gray, he says. 'Poor sowl, says th' clark iv th' coort, 'What's ailin' ye'? he says.
We was betther off than most, an' we suffered our share, Gawd knows; but thim that was scrapin' th' sod f'r a bare livin' fr'm day to day perished like th' cattle in th' field. "Thin come th' writs an' th' evictions. Th' bailiffs dhrove out in squads, seizin' cattle an' turnin' people into th' r-road. Nawthin' wud soften th' hear-rt iv Dorsey.
His head tilted back in the way she had come to know, and she waited for the soft dialect: "I'd be singin' songs av love an' war-r-r, an' braggin' me hear-rt out, an' talkin' av the sea-green av your eyes, colleen. Look at him now!" For the great form of McTee left the circle of the trees and approached them. "He's got his head down between his shoulders like a whipped cur.
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