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King, sez she, 'put rar bafesteak to the choild's oye; an' that minit, ma'am, the rar bafesteak wint to it. Thin comes Mrs. Haley. 'Is it rar bafesteak ye'd be putting to it, Mrs. King? sez she. 'Biling clothes, Mrs. King, sez she. That minit, ma'am, the rar bafesteak come afif an' the biling clothes wint to it. In comes Mrs. Quinlan. 'Will ye be destryin' the choild's oye intirely, Mrs.
If I can make him see it as you've made me see it, he'll get busy. If he doesn't see it, there's no harm done. But in any event it's your idea, and I'll see to it that you're not cheated out of the credit for it." The dipsomaniac shook his head. The flame of inspiration had died out in Quinlan; he was a dead crater again a drunkard quivering for the lack of stimulant. "Never mind the credit, son.
About half an hour after you'd left for business I was shakin' a rug out of the front sittin'-room winder, when Emily come runnin' across the street. "'Oh, Mrs. Quinlan! she calls to me, an' I see she'd been cryin'. 'Mrs. Quinlan, we're goin' away! "'For good? I asked. "'Forever! she says. 'Will you give a message to Mr. Morrow for me, please? Tell him I'm sorry I was mistaken.
Madge Lessing in Jack and the Beanstalk, Edna May in The Belle of New York, Phyllis Rankin in The Rounders, or Gertrude Quinlan in King Dodo?
Once a day the gaunt Quinlan brought bread and water to his room, and once the beautiful Elinor forgot her cigarettes and a bonbon box on leaving him in a rage. He hid the boxes after emptying them, cunningly realising that if he ever escaped her clutches the articles would serve as incontrovertible evidence against her.
He felt the warm blood against his lips and tasted the salt on his tongue. It maddened him. He staggered up and rushed with all his force against O'Connell, who stepped aside and caught Quinlan, as he stumbled past, full behind the ear. He pitched forward on his face and did not move. The battle was over. "And I'll serve just the same any that sez a word against me father!" Not a boy said a word.
John Brainard told me one day after she had been able, through the kindness of the Misses Quinlan, to place the amount of one of the bonds in his hands, that his eyes were beginning to learn their true lesson and that he would yet find charm in his long neglected wife.
Still choking, still bellowing, he scrambled to his feet, an ungainly embodiment of mortal agitation, and ran for the door. But Mr. Geltfin beat him to it and through it, Quinlan and Appel following in the order named. Outside their chief fell up against a wall, panting and wheezing for breath, his face swollen and all congested with purple spots.
He said the dog's face had a look of Michael Quinlan, the Fenian. So "Michael" he was named and he took his place in the little home. He became Peg's boon companion. They romped together like children, and they talked to each other and understood each other. "Michael" had an eloquent tail, an expressive bark and a pair of eyes that told more than speech.
I was resolved to give no hint of the information imparted to me by Mrs. Packard. "The Misses Quinlan, the two maiden ladies who live next door to Mayor Packard." "I don't know them," said I truthfully. "Very worthy women," Mr. Robinson assured me.
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