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Mulready's, you know. But if you hesitate or falter, as sure as you stand there, they'll come against you; and then I'll not be the man to help you out of the scrape." "But, Mr. Keegan, yer honour, they do be saying that iv I brings out all that, it'll hang the young masther out and out, and then I'll have his blood upon my conscience." "Have the divil on your conscience.
Thady," said Corney; "'deed but this is a bad place for you to come to; sorrow a light for ye or the laste thing in life; what for did you not get a light, you ould hag, when the masther came in?" "A light is it, Corney; and how was I to be getting a light, when there's not been a sighth of a bit of candle in the place since last winter, nor likely to be the way you're going on now."
The "ould masther," whose bailiffs looked sharply after "duty" of all descriptions, himself dispensed the indiscriminate hospitality already described, and "masther" and man floundered in the slough of debt and poverty together, making light of occasional hardship.
'So, your servant, Mistress Nan! Pretty lies you've been telling of me you and your shrew of a mother. You thought you might go to the rector and say what you pleased, and I hear nothing. Nan Glynn was undefinably aware that he was very angry, and had hesitated and stood still before he began, and now she said imploringly 'Sure, Masther Richard, it wasn't me. 'Come, my lady, don't tell me.
"Ah," she proceeded, "there would be more in that house on the bad list than there is, if he, had his way." "If who had his way?" "Masther Hycy." "Why is he the bad among you?" "Thank God I know him now," she replied, "an' he knows I do; but he doesn't know how well I know him."
I went even so far as to make a few pantomimic gestures suggestive of the horror I was experiencing, and finally I covered my face with my handkerchief. I regret to say that Mrs. Mulcahy took my modesty in bad part. "'Arrah! git out wid ye! says she, 'ye scamp o' the world. 'Tis a ward the masther has taken an' nothin' more.
It was full of love and respict to his poor parents, an' he longin' to see them in 'Meriky; but he said he had written by stealth, for he was very unhappy intirely, that his uncle thrated him hardly, becaze he would not be a praste, an' wanted to lave him, to work for himsel'; an' he refused to buy him a farm wid the money his grandfather left him, which he was bound by the will to do, as Mike was now of age, an' his own masther.
"Sure his hopes out o' you, an' his love for you will keep him up; an' you dunna but God may give him a blessin' too, avick." "Mix another sup o'that for him," said the fanner: "he's low spirited, an' it's too strong to give him any more of it as it is. Childhre, where's the masther from us eh?
"Why, sir," replied the benevolent young wit, "she's betther than I am. She can swallow more, sir." "Not of larnin', Thady; there you've the widest gullet in the parish." "My father's the richest man in it, Masther," replied Thady. "I think, sir, my! gullet and his purse are much about the same size wid you." "Thady, you're first-rate at a reply; but exceedingly deficient in the retort courteous.
And I tould her, out open, before her face, and before the girls, that, av' she'd ten times as much, I wouldn't marry her unless I was to be masther, as long as I lived, of everything in my own house, like another man; and I think she liked me the betther for it. But, for all that, I wouldn't like to catch her up without having something fair done by the property."
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