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They've money enough to start, an' it'll not cost ol' ma-an Hogan a cint. But, whin he spoke about it las' night, he cried as if his heart'd break." Mr. McKenna was aware that a gentle feud had existed between Mr. Dooley and Mr. Schwartzmeister, the German saloon-keeper down Archey Road, for some years. It was based upon racial differences, but had been accented when Mr.
She could only think of him, helplessly, saying to herself what she had once heard a peasant woman say: "My heart'd open when I thinks of him." Across the park came repeated notes from the horn, the baying of hounds, and the screams that celebrate with orthodox excitement the death of a fox. The rat-hunt was over.
Your father knows me well. I remember of one time when the hounds was crossing my land, and I seen yourself and your sisther taking the hur'ls. I cries out to ye 'me heart'd rise at ye, my darlins! and the Major, he laughs!" "I remember jumping the hurdles," said Christian; "I'll tell my father I met you." "He gave me permission to cut the 'looha' in these fields," resumed Peter Callaghan.
He caught sight of his eyes in the mirror and hastily dropped his arm to his side. "No, I'd never shoot myself in the temple. The heart'd be better. Just here" and he pressed the muzzle into the soft material of his coat "if I touched the trigger " And his finger did touch the trigger. Pains shot through his chest like cracks radiating in glass when a stone strikes it.
"What's un think, Bill?" asked Dick. "I'm thinkin with Ed, 'tis best t' go," said Bill, positively. "Well, maybe 'tis maybe 'tis," Dick finally assented. "Now, who'll be goin'? 'Twill be a wonderful hard task t' break th' news. I'm thinkin' my heart'd be failin' me when I gets there. Ed, would un mind goin'?"
He air stronger'n a horse." Tess wanted to believe her father was better. She couldn't allow her mind to take any other view of it. "He air always been right rugged," she said, nodding, "an' if his heart'd only stop beatin' so hard " She hesitated and touched Brewer's arm. "Thank ye fer bringin' my letter," she interrupted herself irrelevantly. "That air all right, Tess," smiled Brewer.
Why, I used to make an excuse and creep home, and then if I see'd a blind pulled down you wouldn't think how my heart'd go thump; and I'd stand wi' my head on the door-hapse an' say, 'If so be the Lord have took'n, I must go and comfort Susan not my will, but Thine, Lord but, Lord, don't 'ee be cruel this time! And then find the cheeld right as ninepence and the blind only pulled down to keep the sun off the carpet.
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