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"Nor a man neither," said Williams. "She's been scared to death because the fellows was scared of her and started in wrong." "So'll the man be that tries to ride her. Say, I seen that copper-colored, china-eyed, she-son of a Kansas cyclone put Bull O'Toole so far to the bad once that his return ticket expired long before he got back. I tell you, kid, she's outlaw.
"It's a great relafe to hear your foine, musical voice wance more! Wait a minute unthil Oi open th' dure." The door was unlocked and thrown open. O'Toole stood with a rifle in his hands, looking pale and agitated. Around his waist was a belt holding a pair, of pistols and a knife. "What's the matter, man?" asked Hatch. "You look like a walking arsenal?"
That he was politic or at least capable of conceiving the politic views of such a statesman as St. Laurence O'Toole, we may infer from the rank of Chancellor which he conferred, and the other negotiations which he entrusted to that great man.
I could not resist the temptation, but put my trump on her spade, led my small card, and the game was lost. Mrs. O'Toole gave a scream and sank back in her chair almost fainting, and when she recovered her breath and her voice went on like a maniac, and had a desperate quarrel with my aunts.
"Here's tomfoolery that would be as seasonable at a funeral," said he, and he advanced again, still hiding his face. "Sir, you are blocking my way. I have authority to pass through that door in the wall." "Murus?" asked O'Toole. He shook his head in refusal. "And by what right do you refuse me?" O'Toole had an inspiration. He swept his arm proudly round and gave the reason of his refusal.
They lay there two months loadin' on account o' th' war having blocked th' nitrate beds. "Wan day O'Toole saw an old woman come limpin' along th' dock where th' Starbuck lay. She hobbled on to th' gang-plank an' started aboard, an' O'Toole began to chaff Garnett. He waren't half bad as a joker.
O'Toole answered with a grunt on his right, Misset on his left, and Gaydon from the corner of the room. "But I have wanted you these last three days!" said Wogan. "To-morrow when I tell you the story of them you will know how much I have wanted you." They got, however, some inkling of Wogan's need before the morrow came.
Pett's maid she who was really Maggie O'Toole and whom Jerry loved with a strength which deprived him of even that small amount of intelligence which had been bestowed upon him by Nature came into the house-keeper's room at about ten o'clock that night.
Their ambassador for this purpose was Lorcan, or Lawrence O'Toole, the first Archbishop of the city, and its first prelate of Milesian origin. This illustrious man, canonized both by sanctity and patriotism, was then in the thirty-ninth year of his age, and the ninth of his episcopate.
I want besides to speak to him;" and he staggered towards the door. "As for supper," said Misset, "we shall be glad if you will share ours. Travellers should be friendly." O'Toole caught the courier by the arm and with a polite speech in French drew him again down into his chair. The courier stared at O'Toole and forgot all about the landlord.
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