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'Oi'm Pat MacPherson. "But he couldn' ken. Thin we left th' temple an' wint out into the street. An' a great crowd of people came aroun' an' began shoutin'. By an' by we wint into anither buildin'. "'For why sh'd iverybody look at me whin we crossed th' street jest noo? I asked. "'Tis y'r clothes, says he.
As share as Oi'm a livin' corpse, the very first spoonful fetched her all right. Oh, but it's God's own gift, an' it's be His blessin' we know how to use it. An' it don't do to just go an' dig it when ye want it. It has to be grubbed when the flower ain't thayer. Ye see, the strength ain't in both places to oncet.
"It's proud Oi'm bein' shakin' the hand av Misther Stirling," said the Irishman. "Sit down," said Peter. "My name's Moriarty, sir, Dinnis Moriarty, an' Oi keeps a saloon near Centre Street, beyant." "You were round here in the procession." "Oi was, sir. Shure, Oi'm not much at a speech, compared to the likes av yez, but the b'ys would have me do it."
He's not much of parson though; he wunna send yer to sleep wi' his long preachings. But oi say the mon's a good mon: he'll coom and see yer when you're bad, an' talk t' ye by th' hour; though he dunna talk oot o' th' Bible. But oi'm a lad o' t' forest, and 'll be a keeper some toime. That's better nor book-larning."
"They have plenty of arms, Hogan." "Sure, that'll hilp 'em some. But Oi'm going to knock th' head off the spalpeen that firrust sticks his mug over that rail." "Your chance is coming," said Madden soberly, as he listened to the increasing noise of the oars. "Now, men," directed the American, "lie flat down behind the rail and use your sticks and hand pikes to prize off grapnels.
If left to themselves these few would not have gotten ready in two days. "It's a move we are afther makin' at last, is it?" burst out Rosy Delaney when Mike brought the news. "Sure, an' Oi'm ready, Moike Delaney, but how are ye to git this wagon out av thet bog hole, Oi dunno." "Oi'll borry a horse," answered Mike. "It's Jack Rasco will lind me the same."
Frank Merriwell's eyes began to gleam with a peculiar light and his lips tightened. "They fancy they're up against a lot of youngsters they can intimidate," he thought. "They mean to frighten us at the start." Again Bender motioned for Mulloy to move back from the plate. "Pitch the ball, me fri'nd pitch the ball," said Barney. "Oi'm in me box, and I'll shtand here."
Oi'm his lad." "He's coming with me later," said Nelson. "Won't you too?" "Maybe," said Blob. "When Oi got ma money." "Plenty o killing, you know, Blob," said the Parson slyly. Blob rippled off into roguish laughter. "Oi'll coom," he said. "Mate, pudden and killin that's what Oi loike." Nelson stood at the gangway. "Good-bye, Kit.
After some fumbling he got a red-bordered handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face with it, leaving a long black smudge of machine oil on his forehead. "Oi'm a bearer of important secret messages, Yank," he said, leaning back in the little iron chair. "Oi'm a despatch-rider." "You look all in." "Not a bit of it. Oi just had a little hold up, that's all, in a woodland lane.
"Out in the fields beyant, wid her bit av a camela takin' her picter, Oi'm thinkin'. 'Twas there she said she'd be goin' afther she came out of the pot-closet saints have mercy! Could she git out at all, at all?" and Mary tore down the stairs, with Mrs. Rockwood and Helen close at her heels. She reached the closet, flung open the door, and beheld a spectacle.
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