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Yan's manner was convincing, but to do all that in his head was the miracle. Various rude tests were applied and the general opinion prevailed that Yan was right. The farmer's face beamed with admiration for the first time. "Luk at that," he said to the table, "luk at that fur eddication. When'll you be able to do the like?" he said to Sam. "Never," returned his son, with slow promptness.
They come back and sweat it out. They couldn't wurruk like this widout it." "It's great work, Mike. Look at the devilopment. Did ye iver see a prize-fighter with such muscles?" "A prize-fighter!" said Mike. "Jawn Murphy, luk at them. They're all sizes, big and little, in my two gangs; but give the littlest a month's trainin' in the science o' boxin' and he'd lick any heavyweight in the wurruld.
"The young 'un from Paris," he cried, as he took a long look at me, "and near to axin' for a priest, by the houly saints; but I was tellin' ye to stop where ye was, and it's no thanks ye were giving me. Bedad, and a pretty place ye're going to, sorr, at your own wish the divil knows what's the end av it but sup a bit, for it's fastin' ye are by the luk av ye, and long gone at that!"
"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.
Father Kelly rebuked me f'r bein' late f'r mass. 'How can I get there befure th' gospil, whin I don't know what time it is? says I. 'Why don't ye luk at ye'er watch? he says. 'I haven't none, says I. Did he give me a watch? Faith, he did not. He sint me a box iv soap that made me smell like a coon goin' to a ball in a State Sthreet ca-ar.
"Luk at thot, would ye but ain't he a Little Warhorse?" shouted a villainous-looking Irish stable-boy, and thus he was named. When halfway across the course the Jacks remembered the Haven, and all swept toward it and in like a snow-cloud over the drifts. This was the second lesson to lead straight for the Haven as soon as driven from the Pen.
Did n't come up t' the scratch es smart 'n' sassy es he'd orter. Ray he went efter 'im hammer 'n' tongs. Thet air long slim waist o' hisn swayed 'n' bent luk a stalk o' barley. He did luk joemightyful han'some wish 't ye c'u'd 'a' seen 'im thet air night. Hair wus jest es shiny es gold 'n the light o' them candles. He 'd feint, an' t' other 'd dodge.
"Oi've hear-rd av yer doin's in th' timber av yer killin' th' werwolf in th' midst av her pack an yer lickin' Moncrossen wid a luk an' a grin av yer knockin' out Shtromberg wid t'ree blows av yer fisht.
"An' it wud do ye more good than a month's masses to see him take the hair aff the tin horns, the divil fly away wid thim! An' luk at the 'rid lights' " "'Red lights'?" interrupted Ben. "Now ye're talkin'. Who cleared up the 'rid lights' at Bull Crossin'." "Who did, thin?" "Who? The Reverend Richard Boyle is the man." "Aw, run in an' shut the dure! Ye're walkin' in yer slape." "Mr.
Faix, a wan-arrmed man'd've been up against it intirely wid her and I sez to her, 'Lena' that was her name, Lena, I remimber now, and she was a Swede 'Lena, I sez, 'luk at the moon! 'Ay see him, she sez. 'Turn yer sweet face a little more to the southeast, I sez, that bein' to'rd the stump I mintioned before; an' when I had her at the right angle I made a lep up on the stump and kissed her.
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