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"Is it me, your honor me, Tim Doyle, a good Catholic, and come of honest people that's to turn myself into a haythin Jew?" the Irishman burst out, with great indignation. "It was bad enough that I should be made into a woman, but a haythin Jew! I put it to your honors, it's nayther sinsible nor dacent." The boys went off in screams of laughter.
"Well, ye do bate the the the prisidint!" he said, going with him to the corner of the street. "Now, thin, go up the strate straight, I mean straight up the strate, turn nayther to the right nor the lift, an whin the strate inds, follow the road up the river, an' be it soon or late ye'll come to Scranton." "Thank you! Good-by. I'll al'ays remember you."
'I'm as good a man as ye ar-re. "'Gin'ral Billot, says th' prisident, 'what d'ye know about this infernal case which is broodin' like a nightmare over our belovid counthry, an' gettin' us up ivry mornin' befure milkin' time? "'Nawthin' at all, says Gin'ral Billot. "'Nayther do I, says th' prisident. 'But I think th' Cap's guilty.
Hae patience they telled me aye that was the owercome o' life hae patience, there's a braw day coming yet. Gude kens it never cam' to me; and here I am, wi' nayther man nor bairn to ca' my ain, wearying a' folks wi' my ill tongue, and you just the first, Mr. Erchie!" "I have a difficulty in knowing what you mean," said Archie. "Weel, and I'll tell ye," she said. "It's just this, that I'm feared.
"Ye are goin' too fast for me now, sor. He was not that description of a man, nayther the height nor the hair of him. Sure't is a pity for ye comin' this far, and him not the man at all. Faith, I wish I was the man meself! I wonder at Joe Stratton anyhow! He's a very hasty man, is Joe. He jumps in wit' both feet, so he does. I could have told ye that."
Your father was niver wan of the swaggerin' sort. And jist remember that takin' care of the little b'ys ain't lordin' it over 'em nayther." "If I'm goin', I may as well go," thought Pat as he left his mother's door on that mid-April Saturday morning. And away he went on the railroad track at a rapid pace that did not give him much time to think.
G. Anybody could tell that, the first word you spoke. I mean no offence. Th. Well, noan's ta'en. But thae dunnot say thae's ne'er been to Lancashire thisel'? Col. G. No, I don't say that: I've been to Lancashire several times. Th. Wheer to? Col. G. Why, Manchester. Th. That's noan ov it. Col. G. And Lancaster. Th. Tut! tut! That's noan of it, nayther. Col. G. And Liverpool.
All this you was on the p'int of losin' through bein' slow on your feet. Your father was the spriest koind of a b'y, I'm told. Only show him an errand, and he was off on it. Get some spryness into your feet if you want to be like your father, and run, now, to see Moike loight the fire. And don't be reachin' to take the match out of his hand, nayther. Your toime of fire buildin' will come."
"Och divil a thing but smoke was in the insthrument, bad luck to it, however sir, as ye say ye carry the tabakky about wid ye, take a loan o' the pipe an' welcome, for 'twould never be Pat Crowley, 'ud sit down with that in his pocket, that could make another man happy, and him not wantin' it nayther." The hint had the desired affect.
Sure they know nothing o' book-lamin', and why do you give it them?" "Simply to move their metaphysics, Mrs. Burke. They are two of the most notorious metaphysicians from this to themselves; but they don't possess your powers of ratiocination, madam?" "No," replied his father; "nayther are we sich judges of horseflesh, Hycy."
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