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"And I hope you will pay your tithes, and keep a civiler tongue in your head," replied the latter, as Hourigan left the office.
Farewell, for the present." A few minutes brought this kind-hearted Whiteboy back to the spot where Hourigan and his companion, who was also his cousin, fell.
I see by your red coats and top-boots, that you're for the hounds to-day, but as I'm in a hurry, I wish before you go, that you'd see those sneaking devils that are hanging about the place. Hourigan is there again with fresh falsehoods don't be misled by him the ill-looking scoundrel is right well able to pay and dix me if I'll spare him.
"Well, John," said O'Driscol, after once more placing himself with his usual pomp in his magisterial chair, "have you been able to find any account or trace of the assassin?" "None whatever, sir," replied Purcel; "neither tale nor tidings of him could I find." "When did you see him, Hourigan?" asked Fergus; "was it on your way here?" "Yes, sir." "In the avenue?"
"God save ye, gintlemen!" said one of them, with a peculiar emphasis on the last word; "did ye here the news?" "No, Jemmy, what is it?" asked John. "Why, that Darby Hourigan is very ill," he replied, with mock gravity. "No thanks for your information, Jemmy," replied the other; "if you told us something of more interest we might thank you."
"A good employer!" said Hourigan; "we all know he must get his work done small thanks to him for that, an' a small price he-pays for it." "We all know the ould proverb," said another individual; "set a beggar on horseback, an' he'll ride to the devil. Whist! here they come."
Purcell's hunting-whip accidentally lay on the table at which he sat, but he did not take it up immediately after Hourigan had concluded. He quickly rose, however, and having closed the door and locked it, he let down the windows, and deliberately drew the blinds.
"Now, Hourigan," said O'Driscol, "I am glad I have settled this matter in your favor. If I had taken Mr.
Hourigan, that it is not your logic, but your money I want." "Begad, sir, and I'm afeard you'll be forced to put up wid my logic this time, too. You can't take more from the cat than her skin, you know." There was an atrocious and sneering spirit, not only in this ruffian's manner, but in the tones of his voice, that was calculated to overcome human patience.
At all events I know Hourigan's story to be a lie, for as he came up the avenue I was in the shrubbery, looking for a cock I shot, which dropped among the hollies, and there was certainly nobody there but this strange fellow and Hourigan, both of whom chatted to each other for some minutes across the hedge; and, by the way, I now remember that they kept watching about them suspiciously, as if they did not wish to be seen speaking together.
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