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"Throw some wood on those embers, and give me a drink of something, quickly," ordered Brereton, paying no heed to the inquiry. "Bad 'cess to yea lies," retorted the man, shutting the door. "It's not wan bit av firing or drink yez get this night from Oh, mother in hivin, don't shoot, an' yez honour shall have the best in the house, an' a blessin' along wid it!
Fer the love o' hivin', Flora, he'd holler, 'cantcha fright it away from me before I go out o' me head?" "Poor Tom!" said Della with deep compassion. "An' the poor man out of his head all the time, an' not knowin' it! 'Twas awful fer Flora to sit there an' hear such things in the night like that!" "You may believe yerself whin ye say it!" Mrs. Cullen agreed.
On the way I told the policeman the whole story, which impressed him so that he crossed himself a half-dozen times, and uttered numerous ejaculatory prayers 'Maa dthe shaints presharve us, and 'Hivin hov mershy, and others of a like import. "'Waz dthe ghosht ov Dan O'Connell dthere? he asked. "Yes, I replied. 'I shook hands with it.
"You're a nice wan, now ain't ye?" he cried angrily at the unfortunate guardian of his soul. "Dom if Oi don't quit ye! Ye see!" "Be the gate of Hivin!" he shouted, when he opened the door of mornings and discovered another six inches of snow, "Ye're a burrd! If Oi couldn't make out to be more of a saint than that, Oi'd quit the biznis! Move yor pull, an' get us some dacint weather!
I'd never seen a woman faint before, an' I stud like a shtuck calf, askin' her whether she was dead, an' prayin' her for the love av me, an' the love av her husband, an' the love av the Virgin, to opin her blessed eyes again, an' callin' mesilf all the names undher the canopy av Hivin for plaguin' her wid my miserable a-moors whin I ought to ha' stud betune her an' this Corp'ril man that had lost the number av his mess.
I came to the Crow's Nest a year and a half ago. My life since then most of you know well." "Bedad we do! An' Hivin bliss ye!" burst forth Tommy Tate, who had found the greatest difficulty in controlling his emotions of indignation and grief during the doctor's self-condemnatory tale.
And masterly was that inspiration that made Joseph chorus to a drama that moves above good and evil. "'Thank Hivin for all!" says Joseph. "'All warks togither for gooid, to them as is chozzen and piked out fro' the rubbidge.
'The big, black, ugly-faced thing; it's as long as the front fence! he'd holler, 'an' it's makin' a fizzin' n'ise at me, an' breathin' in me face! he'd holler. 'Fer th' love o' hivin', Flora, he'd holler, 'it's got a little black man wit' a gassly white forehead a-pokin' of it along wit' a broom-handle, an' a-sickin' it on me, the same as a boy sicks a dog on a poor cat.
The doctor passed out, went toward the office, knocked at the door, and, getting no response, opened it and walked in. "Be the powers, Narcisse!" cried Tommy, as the cook stood looking after the doctor, "it's little I iver thought I'd pity that baste, but Hivin save him now! He'll be thinkin' the divil's come fer him. An' begob, he'll be wishin' it wuz before he's through wid him." But Dr.
Langmore?" continued the coroner to the servant girl. "The docther said to lave it till you came." "Mrs. Langmore was quite dead?" "Yis. Hivin rest her sowl!" "And Mr. Langmore?" "Sure an' the docther could do nothin' fer the poor mon. It made the docther sick to work over the corpse an' he soon had to give it up." "Now, tell me, how do you think the two were killed?" "Oi dunno.
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