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I never saw Julius Caesar myself, but I mind well the time I saw Romeo and Juliet. It was an awful long time ago, when the oul' Theatre Royal ... not this one, but the one before it, that was burnt down ... and we saw Romeo and Juliet. That's a tremendous piece, John! It gripped a hold of my heart, I can tell you, and I came away from the theatre with the tears streaming down my face.
'Go home yourself! says I, an' I give his oul' gun a push with my hand, 'an' who are you to be orderin' a person about? 'If you don't go on when I tell you, says he, 'I'll shoot you! an' I declare to my God he looked as if he'd blow the head off you. 'Well, wait till I get my change anyway, says I. 'Ye'll get no change here, says he.
Fate's cut yer heart in two an' oul Docther Time an' the care of God are about the only shure cures goin'." "Cudn't the ministher help a little if he was here, Anna?" "If ye think so I'll get him, 'Liza!" "He might put th' love of God in me!" "Puttin' th' love of God in ye isn't like stuffin' yer mouth with a pirta, 'Liza!" "That's so, it is, but he might thry, Anna!" "Well, ye'll haave 'im." Mr.
Thereupon the hideous negro at the stern, who had noticed the stare of the two Russians, shook his light stick at Alexander, and hissed out something that sounded very like "Kiope 'oul kiopek," dog and son of a dog; the oarsmen grinned and pulled harder than ever, and the caïque shot past the pier.
A wild gust of wind came down the chimney and blew the loose ashes off the hearth. Jamie ensconced himself in his corner a picture of despair. "I wondther if Billy O'Hare's in bed?" he said. "Ye'd need fumigatin' afther smokin' Billy's tobacco, Jamie!" "I'd smoke tobacco scraped out o' the breeches-pocket ov th' oul divil in hell!" he replied.
"An oul cow put 'er feet in it," he said. Anna took a taste. "She didn't keep it in long aither," was her comment. "D'ye iver mind seein' barley in Gainer's broth?" Jamie asked. "I haave no recollection." "If there isn't a kink in m' power of remembrance," Jamie said, "they've had nothin' but bacon an' nettles since th' big famine." "What did th' haave before that?" Anna asked.
Hunger would not wait on ceremony. We were awed into stillness and silence, however, when she raised her hand in benediction. We bowed our heads. Boyle crossed himself. "Father," she said, "we thank Thee for sendin' our friend Felix here th' night. Bless his wife an' wains, bless them in basket an' store an' take good care of his oul mare. Amen!"
"Now thon's a brave loose lump iv a baste," he continued, following my eye as I glanced over the half-caste's splendid mount. "Aisy till ketch, an' as quite as ye plaze." "How old is he, Mr. M'Nab?" "He must be purty oul', he's so quite and thractable. Ye kin luck at his mouth. A don't ondherstand the marks myself." I opened the horse's mouth. He was just five.
They practise no rites of worship, though they believe that in the regions above there dwells a Being that governs the world: whether by this Being they mean the sun or the sky is not known; or, indeed, whether they have not some conception of the God that created them. This deity they call in their language Oul.
"'Deed no, not at all, says I. So he filled my cans an' then says he: 'I would give you a nice wee cow if I cud carry thim home fur ye. "'It's not home I'm goin', says I, 'but to an' oul neighbor who can't carry it herself. "'So much th' betther fur me, says he, an' off he walked between the cans. At Mary McKinstry's doore that afthernoon we stood till the shadows began t' fall."
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