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Have you a little drop of whisky in the office?" Capt. Michael J. Murphy's futile tears of rage having dried almost as quickly as they came, he crawled painfully out of his berth and lighted a match, to discover he was a prisoner in his own state-room. He turned another electric switch, but still the room remained in darkness. "Sneaking out of Pernambuco with the lights doused," he soliloquized.
Murphy's gang; a danger which never once occurred to his imagination till he was out of it.
Murphy's fist shot out and Hennesey went down. Arising with bleeding nose, he shook his small fist at his chuckling assailant passing sidewise out of his door. "I'll not forgit thot, John Murphy," he spluttered. "I don't want ye to. Remember it while ye live; an' there's more where thot cum from, too, ye scab."
Pike's child all but dead; Milton is at Murphy's, not able to get out of bed; Mrs. Eddy and child buried today; wind southeast. "Feb. 10. Beautiful morning; thawing in the sun; Milton Elliott died last night at Murphy's cabin, and Mrs. Reed went there this morning to see about his effects.
Holy mackerel, Matt; do you think it was a frameup?" "Certainly I do, but Mike Murphy wasn't in on it. You can bank on that. No piratical foreigner will ever climb up on Mike Murphy's deck except over Mike Murphy's dead body. According to the president emeritus there is more than one kind of Irish, but I'll guarantee Mike Murphy isn't the double-crossing kind." A boy entered with a telegram.
Up went the curtain, Murphy's hand was laid on Paul's shoulder as he said: "Now, my boy, step right out." Paul braced himself and with his heart as near his mouth as he ever had it before during his existence, walked over to the table on which lay his suit, paddle, etc., etc. The deafening roar of applause that greeted him set him more at his ease. He looked around for Mr.
I then related all my sufferings, from the moment of that fatal glass of wine up to the time I was speaking. I did not conceal the act of cutting down Murphy's hammock, nor of throwing the candlestick at his head. I assured him I never gave any provocation; that I never struck without being first stricken.
Joe signed Jack Murphy's name in his very best style, and then Jack took the pen and under Joe's explicit directions, drew one line horizontally through the name and another line perpendicularly between the two words of it, and Joe wrote above it: "his solem mark." This completed the resolutions, and the committee hurried back with them to the impatient assembly.
Look here, Courty! you might get Doc Murphy's letter and hunt her up when this cruel war is over. Say you're 'fulfilling a sacred trust! See? Good idea, old man! Ta-ta!" and he trotted quickly after his superior. Courtland remained with the letter and photograph in his hand, gazing abstractedly after him.
"So this is Murphy's?" said Ben, rather disappointed. "It doesn't seem to be much of a place." "You didn't expect to see a regular town, did you?" asked Bradley. "I don't know. I hardly knew what to expect. It seems a rough place." "And I suppose the people seem rough, too?" "Yes." "So they are in appearance; but you can't tell what a man has been, by his looks here.
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