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Sure I lived in the same cabin wid a pig for many a year not not to mintion a large family o' cocks and hens an' a clainer baste than that pig didn't stop in that cabin." "That doesn't say much for your own cleanliness, or that of your family," remarked Glynn. "Och! ye've bin to school, no doubt, haven't ye?" retorted Phil. "I have," replied Glynn. "Shure I thought so.
"To think o' the red rascal a-takin' thet young leddy off!" she cried. "I know her by thet photygraph! Och, the villain! An' it moight have been Rosy Delaney, bad cess to him!" "Show me the exact trail he followed," said Rasco, and this the Irish woman did willingly.
"Och! because it's the only port we're callin' at, sor. Looks like a fine trip north," he went on. "The weather's warm and there's just enough breeze to make it lively. Nothin' like the sea, sor, for keepin' the stomach swate and the mind up to the knocker." I yawned, for I was dog-weary.
'Och! bad luck to me, says the divil, 'but the likes of this I never seen, says he, 'far and near, up and down the dickens a room I ever kem across afore, says he, 'I couldn't cram while a cook would be crammin' a turkey, till now; and here I am, says he, 'losin' my whole day, and I with such a power o' work an my hands yit, and this room no fuller than five minutes ago.
He never did me a mean turn." "Och! an' he nivver did anybody thot!" quickly put in Barney. "It wur ivver a good turn, av it wur anything at all, at all." And so, talking of Frank's virtues, the boys approached the camp. It was decided among them that Hodge should report the affair to Lieutenant Gordan, and they should all get into camp without being challenged, if possible.
When he came opposite where the gentleman stood he checked the pig, which instinctively commenced feeding upon the grass by the edge of the road. "Och," said he, wiping his brow with the cuff of his coat, "mavrone orth a muck,* but I'm kilt wit you.
"If there is in the work a protest against serfdom, or the author takes up arms against the vulgarity of aristocratic society, the work is significant and valuable. The novels that are taken up with 'Ach! and 'Och! and 'she loved him, while he ceased to love her, I tell you, are worthless, and damn them all, I say!" "I agree with you, Konstantin Ivanovitch," said Yulia Sergeyevna.
"Why don't you speak?" she inquired half-tauntingly. "You spoke BEFORE." Tillie realized that Sister Jennie must be referring to Lizzie's readiness at market that morning to "speak," in making her agreement with the young man for board. "You spoke this morning," the mother repeated. "Why can't you speak now?" "Och, why don't you speak yourself?" retorted Lizzie. "It ain't fur ME to speak!"
"She was going along the Liffey, and the wind coming up from the sea blew the cape about her face and she half fell into the water. He caught her, they kept company for seven years and then he married her. Who do you suppose he turned out to be? Why, a wealthy London baker. Och, God send us all fortune." There was silence, then the whisper of the mother: "Look up to the windows, darling.
And then came the chorus like a roar down the hills: With drums and guns, and, guns and drum The enemy nearly slew ye; My darling dear, you look so queer, Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! The voices of the labourers passing from the tillage fields died away, and the rumble of thunder came down more frequently from the hills. The Herd crossed his garden, his boots sinking in the soft ground.
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