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What a Tipperary sphinx you are; an enigma, half man, half beast, although there is little enigma in that, it is plain enough. In the meantime, you bog-trotting oracle, say whether you are humbugging me or not." "Devil a bit I'm humbuggin' you; but proud as you sit there, you have trotted more bogs and horses than ever I did." "Well, never mind that, Morty. What did this end in?"
Again, far away, she heard the dull sound, as if nocturnal women were beating great carpets. There was Morty lost, and Seabrook dead; her sons fighting for their country. But were the chickens safe? Was that some one moving downstairs? Rebecca with the toothache? No. The nocturnal women were beating great carpets. Her hens shifted slightly on their perches.
And he could have cried upon his folly. Yet for that woman " "Faith, Mr. Asgill," cried a voice in his ear, "it's if you're ill, the Major's asking. And, by the power, it's not very well you're looking this day!" Asgill eyed the interrupter it was Morty O'Beirne with a sternness which his pallor made more striking. "I am coming," he said, "I am going to fight him."
As he went on with Morty, he gave him a hint to say as little in Payton's presence as possible, and to leave the management to him. "I know the man," he explained, "and where he's weak. I'm for seeing the back of him as soon as we can, but without noise." "There's always the bog," grumbled Morty. He did not love Asgill overmuch, and the interview with the Colonel had left him in a restive mood.
They gaped at him in wonder. Then one uttered an imprecation. "The McMurrough will explain if you will go with him," Colonel John answered patiently, "I say again, gentlemen, I shall not run away." "If you mean her any harm " "I mean her no harm." "Are you alone?" "I am alone." So far Morty. But Phelim O'Beirne was not quite satisfied.
"Marty got out ... yes ... most of us did ... but Eddie Baker, Morty, and Sam Bender.... It was the cotton waste, Mr. Joe, and the cigarettes...." Joe put his arm about the rough man. "Never mind, Johnny ... Go home to the kiddies...." There was so little he could do. He went to a few homes he knew, he went to the hospital to ask after the injured, he went to the morgue.
I felt quite twittery when I first went to the garage after that, for I thought Morty might pop out at me from somewhere, and though I wasn't afraid to meet him and would have cut him if I had, it would inevitably be embarrassing and upsetting. But he had the good taste to stay away on my days, and I never saw as much as a pin-feather of him.
The clean air is a comfort, at all events. 'Yes, smiled Althea. 'Old Morty Finch is coming down in time for dinner, Gerald went on. 'I met him on my way to the station and asked him. Such a good fellow you remember him? He won't be too many, will he? 'Indeed no. Gerald leaned back, drew the rug up about his knees, and folded his arms, looking at her, still with his generally contented smile.
"Yesterday Forbes Mason offered me his new four-cylinder Lafayette for twenty-eight hundred dollars," said Morty; "it's only been run five hundred miles, and I told him I'd think about it." "It's suspiciously cheap," I said. "Sure he hasn't cut the cylinders?" "Well, you see, he broke his arm cranking.
Once he took a notion that the butler, who had been friendly within limits for the sake of that father who had met his man in Tralee churchyard wished to say something to him. But at the critical moment Morty O'Beirne popped up from somewhere, and Darby sneaked off in silence. The Colonel disdained to ask what was afoot, but he thought that he would give Morty a chance of speaking.
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