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"All, my good friend," replied M'Carthy, "that argument won't pass with me. Many. a man there is and I dare say you know it well who feels a strong scruple against committing murder with his own hands, who, notwithstanding, will not scruple to employ others to commit it for him." "Do you refuse to come with me, then? because if you do to-morrow mornin' will rise upon your corpse.
On making their appearance again, Finnerty approached M'Carthy, and exclaimed as before, but on this occasion with a loud and earnest voice, "Come, sir, get up if you plaise; it's time for you to meet the car." To this M'Carthy made no reply. "Come, sir," repeated Finnerty, "bounce; hillo, I say, Mr.
"Frank Finnerty, how are you? an' Vread, achora, not forgettin' you my hand to you both, but we're lost especially this gentleman, Mr. M'Carthy a great friend of Mr. O'Driscol's and Procthor Parcel's but a betther man than either o' them, I hope." "I am fairly knocked up, I admit," said M'Carthy "in fact, I am more jaded than I ever was in my life."
The Protestant war-chiefs, D'Alton M'Carthy, Colonel O'Brien, and John Charlton, took up the tomahawk, and called on the Dominion Government to disallow the act. But Sir John Macdonald declined to intervene. A resolution in the House of Commons calling for disallowance was defeated by 188 to 13, the minority being chiefly Conservatives from Ontario.
"Why thin! eh! it must it can be no other!" exclaimed Farrell's wife, bringing! over a candle and looking Owen earnestly in the face; "sure I'd know that voice all the world over! Why, thin, marciful Father Owen M'Carthy, Owen M'Carthy, is it your four quarthers that's livin' an' well?
This habitation ought to have been well known to one of the party at least; for it was neither more nor less than the residence of Wilson, in which Kate M'Carthy and Martha and her aunt had barricaded themselves, in the apartment of the former, after having secured the outer doors, when they heard the tide of war rolling towards them.
M'Carthy on that night had not gone far, after having separated from the friendly Whiteboy, when he was met by a powerfully-formed man, who, he thought, bore a considerable resemblance in shape and size to the fellow who had been invested with authority not long before in Finnerty's.
How do you do, sir? Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won't last.
He was by no means in his usual spirits, it is true, but then he was in much better health, and a vague report of something in the shape of a loan to the clergy, to the tune of a million, gave him a considerable degree of cheerfulness. John Purcel, having dispatched his business with him as quickly as he could, called upon M'Carthy in college.
"Well," replied Jerry, affecting a satisfaction which, however, he did not feel, "I'm glad he's safe; for, as you say, Mogue, although Frank Finnerty is pretty well known, still what could tempt him to harm Mr. M'Carthy?"
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