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Updated: May 16, 2025
Annyways, wan iv yez has a man, an' th' other is spoken for, belike. Now whatever makes Casey, there, blush? I didn't think he knowed how. An' Miss Burnaby, too! What'll yez do whin they's rice lodged in yer clothes and yer hats, an' white ribbons on yer trunks, an' th' waiters grin whin ye go into the diner? Let me tell ye, now " "Please, please, Mr. Quilty!" Clyde pleaded.
Do yez know where yez will go whin yez die at my hands?" "Me go to heaven," said Feng, with comfortable conviction. "Th' ye say!" ejaculated Mr. Quilty, in shocked amazement. "I think I see ye there!" "You no see me," said Feng. "No Ilish lailway man stop in heaven. Me catchee heaven all light. Missionally say so." "Is ut mish-naries they send to waste time on the loikes iv yez?" snorted Mr.
Quilty in wrath at these aspersions on an honourable calling, "I'm a notion to get down an' slug the head off iv yez! Faix, ut's no murder to kill a Chinaman, but a bright jewel in me starry crown, ye long-nailed, rat-eatin', harrse-haired, pipe-hittin' slave iv th' black pill! I'll make yez think I'm a Hip Sing Tong or a runaway freight on th' big hill. I'll slaughter yez, mind, if I get off.
Of course we're Scotch. You can tell by the Mac. The only McHale that ever was in Ireland went there to civilize it." "To civ'lize Ireland!" Mr. Quilty cried in derision. "Hear till him! And Ireland the owldest civ'lization in the wurruld, barrin' none, and the best!
"Go slow, Corney." But Mr. Quilty dismissed this preliminary objection with a wave of his hand. "Thim's figgers iv speech. I assume yez are innocent until yez are caught. Faix, it's not me'd give th' hot tip iv a warnin' to a crim'nal. But whisper now! Th' comp'ny is for siftin' this outrageous outrage to th' bottom, an' then liftin' th' bottom to look under it.
I want to know if there are any telegrams for me, and where the devil the camp is, and how I get to it. And that's about all I want to know, except whether I can get a bath at this hotel of Shiller's." And Cornelius Patrick Quilty shook hands with him again. "To think iv me takin' ye fur a drummer, now!" he exclaimed in self-reproach. "Sure, I've often heard of yez.
Feng, attracted by the voice, came to the door. "Hallo! What wanchee?" he demanded. "The country's overrun wid them yelly divils!" Mr. Quilty muttered. "What wanchee? Th' nerve iv him! Ye weathered-ivory monkey face, I've business wid yer betters!" "You keepee hossee off flowah bed," commanded Feng. "What foh you lidee him all oveh?" "Ask th' harrse!" Quilty retorted.
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