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"But stay, my lord stay, Miss Nugent I have more for you," following her wherever she moved "I did not let him off so, even. At the cant, I bid and bid against them for the pretended Naboclish, till I left him on their hands for 500 guineas ha! ha! ha! was not that famous?" "But," said Miss Nugent, "I cannot believe you are in earnest, Sir Terence Surely this would be "
Thomson is a host for such an undertaking. I wrote a good day's work at the Canongate matter, notwithstanding the intervention of two naps. I get sleepy oftener than usual. It is the weather I suppose Naboclish! I am near the end of the first volume, and every step is one out of difficulty. July 10. Slept too long this morning.
"And you with a Masonic ring on your finger." "Glory be!" cried the delighted Terence. "Sure are you wan av us?" "One of you!" Mike Murphy fairly shrieked. "The minute I'm out of this room you'll apologize or fight for thinking I'm a renegade." "Naboclish!" laughed Terence Reardon, slipping into the Gaelic and out again.
He had an exact description of the stables, and the stall, and the horse's body clothes. "I was there, seeing the horse taken care of; and, knowing the cut of the fellow's jib, what does I do, but whips the body clothes off Naboclish, and claps them upon a garrone, that the priest would not ride.
"That's all my eye," says he, seizing the garrone, while I mounted Naboclish, and rode him off deliberately to 'Ha! ha! ha! That was neat, I grant you, Terry, said Lord Clonbrony. 'But what a dolt of a born ignoramus must that sheriffs fellow have been, not to know Naboclish when he saw him! 'But stay, my lord stay, Miss Nugent I have more for you, following her wherever she moved.
"'That's all my eye, says he, seizing the garrone, while I mounted Naboclish, and rode him off deliberately." "Ha! ha! ha! That was neat, I grant you, Terry," said Lord Clonbrony. "But what a dolt of a born ignoramus must that sheriff's fellow have been, not to know Naboclish when he saw him!"
Dame Juliana Berners. December 1 . The Court again very long in its sitting, and I obliged to remain till the last. This is the more troublesome, as in winter, with my worn-out eyes, I cannot write so well by candle-light. Naboclish! when I am quite blind, good-night to you, as the one-eyed fellow said when a tennis ball knocked out his remaining luminary.
He had an exact description of the stables, and the stall, and the horse's body-clothes. 'I was there, seeing the horse taken care of; and, knowing the cut of the fellow's jib, what does I do, but whips the body-clothes off Naboclish, and claps them upon a garrone that the priest would not ride.
I wish I had thought of it before correcting that beastly border essay. Naboclish! June 25. Wrote five pages of the Chronicles, and hope to conquer one or two more ere night to fetch up the leeway. Went and saw Allan's sketch of a picture for Abbotsford, which is promising; a thing on the plan of Watteau.
I am unable to sit at good men's boards, and Anne has gone to Mertoun to-day without me. I cannot walk or ride but for a mile or two. Naboclish! never mind. I am satisfied that I am heart-whole as a biscuit, and I may live to see the end of those affairs yet. I am driving on the Count of Paris right merrily. I have plenty of leisure, and vive la plume!
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