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Phil. A bitterer scould never was! nor a bigger lawyer in petticoats, which is an abomination. Honor. 'Tis not pritty, I grant; but her heart's good, if her temper would give it fair play. But will you promise me, Phil, whatever she says you won't let her provoke you this day. Phil. How in the name of wonder will I hinder her to give me provocation? and when the spirit of the McBrides is up
I know you are, and a very honest boy. And what did you do for me, with Catty Rooney? Pat. The best. Oh! it's I blarny'd Catty to the skies, and then egged her on, and aggravated her against the McBrides, till I left her as mad as e'er a one in Bedlam up to any thing!
The blue blades sprang from cut to parry like live things, and in the light I saw the same cruel smile, line for line, in both faces. The snow was falling in big wet flakes, and the fight went on, neither giving an inch, and then from behind came a thin voice "The McBrides are at it, hammer and tongs the Laird and the bastard, te-he," cried Dol Beag from the dark.
But in case he'd prove refractory, and would not take my examinations, can't I persecute my shute again the McBrides for the bit of the bog of Ballynascraw, counshillor? Can't I harash 'em at law? O'Bla. You can, ma'am, harash them properly. I've looked over your papers, and I'm happy to tell you, you may go on at law as soon and as long as you plase. Catty.
Then when Duncan and his wife were "making a great go of matrimony" in typical Yankee fashion came the tragedy that took all the vim out of Cora, stole the ruddy glow from her girlish features and made her middle-aged in a twelvemonth. In the infantile-paralysis epidemic which passed over New England three years ago the McBrides suffered the supreme sorrow twice.
O'Bla. And you'll give me your advice, which will be conclusive, law, and every thing to me. You know the McBrides would they be safe? Mr. Carv. Very safe, substantial people. O'Bla. Then here's the thing, Mr.
No such word in my presence, madam. Catty. Oh, but I'm ready to swear to it, plase your honour, in or out of the presence: the whole Rooney faction every Rooney, big or little, that was in it, was bet, and banished the town and fair of Ballynavogue, for no rason in life, by them McBrides there, them scum o' the earth. Mr. Carv.
McBride you see it was not for the fortune. Honor. Oh! Phil, didn't I tell you her heart was right? Catty. We will work hard cheer up, McBrides. Now the Roonies and McBrides has joined, you'll see we'll defy the world and O'Blaney, the chate of chates. Honor. Randal's own mother! Catty. Ay, now, we are all one family now pull together. Don't be cast down, Phil dear.
CARVER says "Ballynascraw," all the McBRIDES bow, and reply Here, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. Catty. Mr. Carv. Hem! hem! also being a residentiary gentleman at Bob's Fort hem! hem! hem! Catty. Clerk. Silence! silence! Mr. Carv.
O'Bla. Mighty long swallowing you are. Here don't be two minutes, till you're at Catty Rooney's, and let me see how cliverly you'll execute that confidential embassy I trusted you with. Touch Catty up about her ould ancient family, and all the Kings of Ireland she comes from. Blarney her cliverly, and work her to a foam against the McBrides. Pat. Never fear, your honour.
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