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Not much," answered Mr. Kernan. "But it's so sickening. I feel as if I wanted to retch off." "That's the boose," said Mr. Cunningham firmly. "No," said Mr. Kernan. "I think I caught cold on the car. There's something keeps coming into my throat, phlegm or " "Mucus." said Mr. M'Coy. "It keeps coming like from down in my throat; sickening." "Yes, yes," said Mr. M'Coy, "that's the thorax."
Hearing of his misfortune, his mother hastened to Augusta, but arrived only in time to meet him with colonel Brown and a guard, carrying him out to the gallows. With gushing tears, she fell upon his neck, and bitterly mourned her lot, as wretched above all women, in thus losing her husband and only son. The behavior of young M'Coy, it is said, was heroic beyond his years.
I'll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One good turn deserves another. Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience. Goodnight, M'Coy said abruptly. When you two begin Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it. But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked. Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.
When he came to look at it, he said the slave had not set it in the right place; and ordered him to strip, and lie down on his face; telling him that if he struggled, or attempted to get up, two men, who had been called to the spot, should seize and hold him fast. The slave agreed to be quiet, and M'Coy commenced flogging him on the bare back, with the wagon whip.
"I haven't such a bad opinion of the Jesuits," he said, intervening at length. "They're an educated order. I believe they mean well, too." "They're the grandest order in the Church, Tom," said Mr. Cunningham, with enthusiasm. "The General of the Jesuits stands next to the Pope." "There's no mistake about it," said Mr. M'Coy, "if you want a thing well done and no flies about, you go to a Jesuit.
He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court. He's a hero, he said simply. I know, M'Coy said. The drain, you mean. Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole. They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.
By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks. Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness. My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth. That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up? Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. No book.
"While I lived there I heard M'Coy say, if the slaves did not raise him three hundred bales of cotton the ensuing season, he would kill every negro he had. "Another case of flogging came under my notice: Philip O. Hughes, sheriff of Jefferson county, had hired a slave to a man, whose name I do not recollect.
The overseer's name was James Farr, of whom it appears Mrs. M'Coy's waiting woman was enamoured. One night, while I lived there, M'Coy came from Natchez, about 10 o'clock at night. He said that Dinah was gone, and wished his overseer to go with him to Farr's lodgings.
In some huts there was no bedstead at all. The above description applies to the places generally with which I was acquainted, and they were mostly old settlements. "In the east part of Jefferson county I built a chimney for a man named M'Coy; he had forty-seven laboring hands. Near where I was at work, M'Coy had ordered one of his slaves to set a post for a gate.
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