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But Mulvaney an' me stopped thot, knowin' Orth'ris's work, though niver so cliver, was nobut skin-deep. An' at last Mrs. DeSussa fixed t' day for startin' to Munsooree Pahar. We was to tek Rip to t' stayshun i' a basket an' hand him ovver just when they was ready to start, an' then she'd give us t' brass as was agreed upon. An' my wod!
"I'm not pleased wid you, Mulvaney," sez Bragin, unbucklin' his sword, for he had been on duty. "That's bad hearin'," I sez, an' I knew that the pickets were dhriven in. "What for, Sargint?" sez I. "Come outside," sez he, "an' I'll show you why." "I'm willin'," I sez; "but my stripes are none so ould that I can afford to loses him. Tell me now, who do I go out wid?" sez I.
With forty-five O's in the last word: even at that distance you might have cut the soft South Irish accent with a shovel. "For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high," murmured Mulvaney when the chorus had ceased. "What's the trouble?" I said gently, for I knew that he was a man of an inextinguishable sorrow. "Hear now," said he. "Ye know what I am now.
Dinah Shadd had planted peas about and about, and nature had spread all manner of green stuff round the place. There was no change in Mulvaney except the change of clothing, which was deplorable, but could not be helped. He was standing upon his trolly, haranguing a gang-man, and his shoulders were as well drilled, and his big, thick chin was as clean-shaven as ever.
And Mulvaney went; cursing his allies with Irish fluency and barrack- room point. 'Take note, said he, when he had won his holiday, and appeared dressed in his roughest clothes with the only other regimental fowling-piece in his hand. 'Take note, Jock, an' you Orth'ris, I am goin' in the face av my own will all for to please you.
The savage putting a stray dress-coat to solemn sacerdotal usage, or taking some blackguard of a Mulvaney for a very god, is not more absurd than mankind thus ignorantly bringing to this poor martyr throughout the years the very last offering he can have desired.
Mulvaney had not seen fit to recognise me; so I knew that his trouble must be heavy upon him. I climbed one of the bastions and watched the figures of the Three Musketeers grow smaller and smaller across the plain. They were walking as fast as they could put foot to the ground, and their heads were bowed.
But I tuk recruities at squad-drill instid, an' began wid general battalion advance whin I shud ha' been balance-steppin' them. Eyah! that day! that day!" A very long pause. "Well?" said I. "'Twas all wrong," said Mulvaney, with an enormous sigh. "An' I know that ev'ry bit av ut was my own foolishness.
How sweet he looks! An' just then t' beauty snarled an' showed his teeth, so Mulvaney shuts down t' lid and says: 'Ye'll be careful, marm, whin ye tek him out. He's disaccustomed to travelling by t' railway, an' he'll be sure to want his rale mistress an' his friend Learoyd, so ye'll make allowance for his feelings at fost.
'I suppose that's why you followed Annie Bragin till everybody in the married quarters laughed at you, said I, remembering that unhallowed wooing and casting off the disguise of drowsiness. 'I'm layin' down the gin'ral theory av the attack, said Mulvaney, driving his boot into the dying fire. "I've believed that way these eighteen years," sez ould Shadd, his eyes twinklin'; "but Mrs.
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