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"All right, sorr, I'm agreeayble, as the man aid whin he wor agoin' to be hung," said Tim Rooney grinning, never taking anything serious for very long; "faix I'll go up mesilf if I can't get none av the hands to volunteer. I couldn't order 'em yet, sorr, for it's more'n a man's loife is worth to get on a yard with this wind." "Very good, Rooney, do your best," replied Mr Mackay.
"Ay, who knows, lass? toimes is main bad, and oi doot there will be trouble, but oi doan't see as that can affect him no ways, being as he is a lad, and having nowt to do with the mills but oi do hoape as the time may come, lass, as we can show un as we knows we owes a loife to him." On the Monday following Ned and Charlie returned to school, and found it less painful than Ned had expected. Mr.
"You'll have to have a bigger crowd on Broadway before you'll get our fellows out," Merwyn replied. "We're not going to face the cops until there's enough on hand to give us a livin' chance." "There'll be plenty on hand more'n ye ever seed in yer loife before ye're an hour older. So lead on, and shtop your palaver. I'm not quite sure on ye yet."
"Me back is broke," was the faint answer. "Oi'm a dead mon." "What happened? How did you fall? Tell me, for, at least, I may be able to avenge you." "It's the dead returned to loife!" gasped the dying man. "Oi saw him up there, me bhoy!" "Who did you see?" "Thot human divvil Porrfeeus dil Noort." "Impossible! Del Norte is dead."
We ha' got atween us to get Maister Ned off that be the thing as be settled. It doan't matter how it's done, but it's got to be done soomhow; and oi rely on thee to maake moi story good, whatever it be. "There can't be nowt wrong about it a loife vor a loife be fair, any way. There be more nor eno' in Yorkshire in these toimes, and one more or less be of no account to any one."
"And see, the wizard hath a black hound with him! It may be his wife, in that likeness." "Naw, ey knoas t' hount reet weel, Feyther Haydocke," replied the forester; "it's a Saint Hubert, an' a rareun fo' fox or badgert. Odds loife, feyther, whoy that's t' black bandyhewit I war speaking on."
"And she sent for you on purpose?" the child enquired, with increasing respect. "Well, I was the only one as would come at the price. 'Tain't big wages; but I'm seein' loife. Lor', I come down here with Madame and Mounseer a fortnight ago, and Monte Carlo ain't got many secrets from me. I was a duffer, though, at first.
Mebbe he ain't goin' to croak. But he'll shure hev to l'ave Roarin' City, an he'll shure be a cripple fer loife." McDermott looked at the empty glass. "That's all, Gineral. An' if it's jist the same to yez I'll hev another drink." The mere sight of Warren Neale had transformed life for Allie Lee.
An' hev Casey make me loife miserable foriver? Not much. He's a harrd mon, thot Casey." Shane crouched back to his port-hole, with his bloody bandaged face and his bloody hands. And just then the train stopped with a rattling crash. "Whin we git beyond thim ties as was scattered along here mebbe we'll go on in," remarked McDermott. "Mac, yez looks on the gloomy side," replied Casey.
"Howly Moses!" exclaimed the mate. "Be aisy, can't ye. What's the matter wid ye, you spalpeen, to be rooshin' on deck like a bull in a china shop? Spake, you blissid omahdawn, or I'll shake the loife out of ye!"
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