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If this was not satisfactory, he, the said Jinks, might take the law of him, or come out and have it decided with shillalies, either of which courses were perfectly agreeable to him, O'Brallaghan. Whereupon, Jinks expanded his nostril, and said that gentlemen did not use the vulgar Irish weapon indicated. To which O'Brallaghan replied, that the circumstance in question would not prevent Mr.
O'Brallaghan, and expressed his astonishment and disgust at being annoyed, when he was going out to take some exercise for the benefit of his health. O'Brallaghan informed Mr.
Jinks, with a savage look at O'Brallaghan, was about to return to his work, when a letter, protruding from the pocket of the coat which Verty had just taken off, attracted his attention, and he pounced upon it without hesitation. Jinks had recognized the handwriting of Miss Sallianna in the address, and in an instant determined to use no ceremony.
Jinks explained that he was angry, in a towering rage; and added, that nothing but the presence of Mistress O'Calligan had prevented him from exterminating O'Brallaghan, who was a wretched creature, beneath the contempt, etc. Whereto the lady replied, Really, to think it; but that these feelings was wrong; and she were only too happy if her presence had prevented bloodshed. She thought that Mr.
But Mr. Jinks was not idle; no one knew better than himself that vigilance was the price paid for success; and to vigilance our conspirator added cunning in which noble trait he was by no means deficient. We have seen how, on returning from the heroic attack upon the peace-bound O'Brallaghan, Mr.
Verty; but was contending for a principle. Mr. O'Brallaghan replied to this with an observation which was lost in his neck-handkerchief, but judging from as much as was audible, in defiance and contempt of Jinks. Jinks observed, with dignity and severity, that there were customers in the store, who were gazing at Mr. Verty, just as he was about to disrobe.
No sooner had O'Brallaghan retreated into his store, than Mr. Jinks cast after him defiant words and gestures, calling on the crowd to take notice that O'Brallaghan had ignominiously yielded ground, and declined his, Mr. Jinks', proposition to have a combat. If any wonder is felt at Mr. Jinks' bravery, we may dispel it, probably, by explaining that Mr.
He beckoned to Mr. Jinks. A smile illumined the countenance of the worthy the landlord was a German; the plot against Irish O'Brallaghan was gaining strength. The landlord rose, and, with a significant look, entered the house, followed by Mr. Jinks, who turned his head, as he disappeared, to cast a triumphant look upon Ralph.
"How, sir!" he cried, "is my privacy again invaded!" "I came to get my clothes," said Verty, preoccupied with his own thoughts, and very indifferent to the hero's ire. "That's no excuse, sir!" "Excuse?" said Verty. "Yes, sir I said excuse; this is my private apartment, and I have told O'Brallaghan that it should not be invaded, sir!" These indignant words brought Mr.
O'Brallaghan, who is singing a song of his own composition; not the ditty which has come down to modern times connected with this gentleman's name but another and more original madrigal. The popular ditty, we have every reason to believe, was afterwards written by Mr. Jinks, in derision and contempt of Mr. O'Brallaghan. Mr.
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