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"I'd 'ave yeh to know that the 'ead of this 'ere hinstitution " "Aw, whist now, ye blatherin' bletherskite, who's talkin' about the Head? The Head, is it? An' d'ye think I'd sthand Howly Moses! here she comes, an' the angels thimsilves wud luk like last year beside her!" "Good-morning, Tommy.
Be the powers, but it's the foinest runnin' Oi 've sane fer a whoile. Saints aloive! but wud ye moind thim legs! 'Twas a kangaroo, begorry, an' not a monkey he come from, or Oi 'm a loiar. Go it, Swanny, ould bye! Howly St. Patrick! but he 'll be out o' the State afore dhark, if he only kapes it up. It 's money Oi 'm bettin' on the Swade!"
O'Rourke, wandering retrospectively in the mazes of the marriage service, "to have and to howld till death bad luck to him! takes one or the ither of us." "You're a blasphemous creature," said Mrs. Bilkins, severely. "Thim's the words his riverince spake this mornin', standin' foreninst us," explained Mr. O'Rourke. "I stood here, see, and me jew'l stood there, and the howly chaplain beyont."
"Howly Mither, forgive me," cried Mrs. O'Malligan. Miss Ruth turned away to hide her tears. "Have you had a doctor yet?" she inquired. "No, I had just gotten here a moment ahead of you," explained Mr. Dilke. "Well," said Miss Ruth, decidedly, "whether it proves serious or not, he ought to go to St.
On every side of all the buildings in the group where the little handful of white men stood guard, similar lights had been placed by Abe at the beginning of the trouble. "Howly Mither, wud ye look at that?" came from Pat as Barbara, followed by Pablo, rode into the circle of light.
No nonsense," he orders. "Howly saints!" wails the square-built party, clutchin' the slim one desperate. "Maggie! Maggie!" Maggie she's turned pale in the gills, her mouth is hangin' open, and her eyes are bugged, but she ain't too scared to put up an argument. "Have yez a warrant?" she demands. "Annyways, my Cousin Tim Fealey'll go bail for us.
"Begorra, I'd loike to have a slap at 'em with a long thirty-two, or aven a blissid noine-pounder Armstrong," cried Tim Rooney, as vexed as "Old Jock" was at the result of this testing of the Silver Queen with her lighter heeled rivals to windward. "I'd soon knock 'em into shavin's, by the howly poker, I wud!"
Howly Moses, what is that?" It was one of the pigs, which, giving vent to a most diabolical yell, appeared to leap from the long-boat deliberately over the port side of the ship into the sea, sinking immediately with a stifled grunt, alongside.
"Some," was the laconic reply. The Irishman scratched his head again with a puzzled air. "I disremimber entire. Was there some throuble maybe?" The other grinned. "Things was movin' a few." Patrick Mooney nodded his head. "Uh-huh: mostly they do under thim circumstances. Av course there'd be a policeman, or maybe two?" "Five," said the man with the lines, gently. "Five! Howly Mither!
" the lawyer would inquire deferentially, "that you heard the sound of three blows?" "Oh, thim blows!" the old lady would cry "thim turrible blows! I could hear the villain as he laid thim on! I could hear the poor, pitiful groans av her, and she so sufferin'! 'Twas awful! Howly Saints,'twould make yer blood run cowld!" "Stop! stop!" exclaimed the lawyer. "Ah, stop is it?
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