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O'Brallaghan surveyed Verty's lythe and well-knit figure, clad in its rude forest costume, with patronizing favor. But when Roundjacket informed him, with hauteur, that "his friend, Mr. Verty," would give him an order for three suits: one plain, one handsome, one very rich the great O'Brallaghan became supple and polite; and evidently regarded Mr. Verty as some young lord, in disguise.
Verty, if he wished to have it there was time to make another for the aforesaid elegant customer. Verty tried the coat on, and O'Brallaghan declared, enthusiastically, that it fitted him "bewchously." Mr.
Third, against O'Brallaghan; the cause: impudence on various occasions, and slanderous reports relating to cabbaged cloth since the period of their dissolving all connection with each other. Mr. Jinks has revolved, in the depths of his gloomy soul, these darling projects, and has, perforce of his grand faculty of invention, determined upon his course in two out of the three affairs.
When fate seems to lower darkest, sunlight comes. O'Brallaghan has brought his stalwart fist down on Mr. Jinks' nose but once, has scarcely caused the "gory blood" of that gentleman to spout forth from the natural orifices, when a vigorous female hand is laid upon his collar, and he turns. It is Mistress O'Calligan Sheeley come to the rescue of her husband.
Death and destruction dwelt in his imagination, and held there a riotous carnival; and to such a pitch of delight was our friend elevated by the triumphant anticipation of revenge upon O'Brallaghan, that he stalked about during the remaining portion of the day, talking to himself in the heroic vein, and presenting the appearance of an imperial grasshopper, arrived at the summit of felicity.
O'Brallaghan muttered thereupon to himself some hostile epithets, and hastily returned to wait upon the customers, leaving Mr. Jinks dodging to avoid the eyes of the new-comers, but still preserving an expression of haughty scorn. Meanwhile Verty had descried his old forest suit lying upon a shelf, and, laying down his rifle, had nearly indued his limbs therewith.
Ralph sees the change of sentiment, and laughs. "Well," he says, "there is something else on your mind, Jinks, my boy; what is it? No more revenge?" "Yes!" "Against whom, you epitome of Italian hatred." Mr. Jinks frowns, and says: "Against O'Brallaghan!" "No!" cries Ralph. "Yes, sir." "I, myself, hate that man!" "Then we can assist each other." "Yes yes."
"Well, sir, that fellow, I say, had the audacity to consult me upon a legal point whether the tailor O'Brallaghan, being bound over to keep the peace, could attack him without forfeiting his recognizances that villain Jinks, I say, had the outrageous audacity to ask my opinion on this point, and then when I gave it, to rise and say that it was a fine morning, and so strut out, without another word.
Jinks' using the weapon. A pause followed these words, broken in a moment, however, by Mr. Jinks, who stated that Mr. O'Brallaghan was a caitiff. O'Brallaghan, growing very red in the face, observed that Mr. Jinks owed his paternity to a "gun." Jinks, becoming enraged thereupon, drew his sword, and declared his immediate intention of ridding the earth of a scoundrel and a villain.
Jinks grimacing as he departed with awful menace, and getting his grasshopper legs entangled in his sword; Mr. O'Brallaghan remaining behind, though not behind the counter, paying devoted attention to the ruddy and handsome lady with the hot flat-iron, Mistress Judith O'Callighan, who watched the retreating Jinks with tender melancholy. Let us follow Mr. Jinks.
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