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"You've both of you lost your temper." "Lost my temper maybe. I'm going all the same. Right back to the States. I'm off to Dublin by the next train and you'd better come and finish the business there. You'd better have her to stay with you in Dublin. I don't want to see her again. Anyhow, we'll settle all that later." "Maybe that's the best," said Hennessey.
Therefore, you see, world prosperity and comfort can be at their height only when there is world peace under which all nations are friends, maintaining cordial trade relation with one another." "What political party do you belong to, Mr. Hennessey?" asked Bob, glancing into the superintendent's earnest face. "I do not know just what label you would put on me," the big man replied evasively.
Before he could do either M'Allister, the retainer, had magnetised him into the hall, relieved him of his hat almost with the seductive adroitness of a Drury Lane thief and drawn him down a tartan passage into a very sensible-looking boudoir, in which Lady Enid was sitting by a wood fire with a very tall and lusty young man. "Mr. Hennessey Vivian!"
Pope Hennessey was an Irishman, a Catholic, a Home Ruler, M.P., a hater of England and the English, a very troublesome person and a serious incumbrance at Westminster; so it was decided to send him out to govern unhealthy countries, in hope that something would happen to him. But nothing did. The first experiment was not merely a failure, it was more than a failure.
G. O. T. Hennessey Goat Hennessey?" asked the Chief calmly. Fancher blinked at this unexpected line of questioning. A cloud passed over Dark's face, as though the name had triggered something in him that he could not quite remember. "He was a very good friend of mine," answered Dark, "although it seems that something happened between us that I can't quite recollect.
He pulled out his watch and looked at it; it pointed to ten minutes past seven; then he lit a cigar and sat smoking and smoking without a word whilst Phyl sat thinking and staring at the fire. They were seated like this when the door opened and Byrne shewed in Mr. Pinckney. Hennessey had called him a boy. He was not that.
I have just informed the messenger that the next boy who knocks will certainly be well, destroyed." Mrs. Merillia breathed a sigh of relief. "I am so thankful, Hennessey. Are you dining out to-night?" "No, grannie. I don't feel very well. I have a headache. I shall go and lie down for a little." "Yes, do. Everybody is lying down; Fancy, the upper housemaid, the cook.
"I've come here to do my best I don't care keep who you want be robbed if you like it I'm off " He caught up all the sheets of paper he had been covering with figures and tore them across. "Beast!" cried Phyl. She rushed from the room and upstairs like a mad creature. The bang of her bedroom door closed the incident. "Now don't be taking on so," said Hennessey.
Ferdinand added, "Dinner is served." Mrs. Merillia shook hands with Sir Tiglath and glanced despairingly around her. It was sufficiently obvious that she was considering how to arrange the procession to the dining-room. "Hennessey," she began, "will you take Lady Julia? Sir Tiglath, will you" she paused, but there was no help for it, she was obliged to continue "take Mrs. Sagittarius?
"That was hard on Tom Blufton," said Stevens, emptying the ashes out of his long-stemmed clay pipe, and refilling the bowl with cut cavendish from a jar on a shelf over his head. Michael Hennessey sat down his beer-mug with an air of argumentative disgust, and drew one sleeve across his glistening beard. "Stevens, you've as many minds as a weather-cock, jist!
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