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It's devilish like Otaheite, isn't it?" "I wish my tailor wrote as illegibly," said another; "I'd keep up a most animated correspondence with him." "Here, O'Shaughnessy, you know something of savage life, spell us this word here." "Show it here. What nonsense, it's as plain as the nose on my face: 'Master Charles O'Malley, in foreign parts!"
"Yours has the advantage in age," I replied, without a smile. "Mine goes back only to 1912." "Ah! I'm glad to score that one point," he said, still laughing. "Dear Miss O'Malley, won't you please sit down? I'm a lazy fellow, and I'm so tired of standing!
A few ship's officers in blue, with official caps gold-braided, passed in and out like men without a wedding garment, as distressingly out of the picture as tourists in check knickerbockers and nailed boots moving through some dim cathedral aisle. O'Malley recognized one or two from his own steamer, and turned his head the other way. It hurt.
Our colloquy was at length interrupted by the entrance of Sir George, who shook me most cordially by the hand, and made the kindest inquiries about my health. "They tell me you are to be a lawyer. Mr. O'Malley," said he; "and if so, I must advise you to take better care of your headpiece." "A lawyer, Papa; oh dear me! I should never have thought of his being anything so stupid."
When they entered the mess, the boys greeted them warmly and crowded around. There was no trace of resentment or jealousy. The fellows were eager to know what had happened over Huls. Stan and O'Malley were the only two pilots to get back. Sim sat at a table alone. Stan talked with the boys a while, then walked over to where Sim was seated. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
The Cottage shall be your home for some time, my boy, if they allow you any home in the country. I don't want to give you false hopes, but I don't think any jury can convict you. I'm sure Mr. O'Malley thinks so too."
"Are you Charles O'Malley, by any chance in life?" "The same, Major, and delighted to meet you; though, faith, we were near giving you a rather warm reception. What, in the Devil's name, did you represent, just now?" "Ask Maurice, there, bad luck to him. I wish the Devil had him when he persuaded me into it." "Introduce me to your friend," replied the other, rubbing his shins as he spoke. "Mr.
Montagne Lewis, whom Tom knew to be both a powerful and an unscrupulous financier, might be sure that Mr. Bartholomew's visit to Shopton and to the young inventor and his father was of such importance that he would do well through his henchmen to learn the particulars of the interview. Tom remembered Mr. Bartholomew's mention of a name like Andy O'Malley.
Stan was glad the bed of the cart had a ten-inch high board around it. After more shouting and poking the driver got back on his seat and the cart moved forward. "Boy," Stan muttered. "That was a close shave." "I got a small cut," Sim said. "And you didn't yell?" O'Malley spoke admiringly. "It would have been the end for us if I had yelled," Sim answered. The cart continued to jog along slowly.
You don't know, O'Malley, what that girl is to me you can't know it; you'll feel it one day though that you will!" "The devil I shall!" said I to myself. "The great point is, after all, to learn the young lady's disposition in the matter " "Ah, Charley, none of this with me, you sly dog! You think I don't know you.
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