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Don't ye believe thim lads with lumber ya-ards on their necks an' bar'ls on their feet was coerced. There wasn't wan iv thim that wudden't give his week's wages f'r a chanst to show how many times he cud thrip over a manhole in a mile. No more coerced than ye are whin ye r-run down town an' make an ape iv ye-ersilf. I see ye marchin' away fr'm Finucane's with th' Willum J. O'Briens.
"Well, like a good game, it come three an' three. Three times had victhry perched upon our banner an' thrice I see it in th' pa-aper had th' flag iv th' mother counthry proclaimed that Englishmen can r-run. It was thryin' on me narves an' I wanted to yell whin th' tie was r-run off but th' man fr'm Matsachoosetts says: 'Contain ye'ersilf, he says.
They've arrested a pote. That was all r-right; f'r Fr-rance is sufferin' fr'm too much pothry that 'll scan, as Hogan says, an' too much morality that won't. They ought to be a rule f'r th' polis to pinch anny pote caught poting between th' hours iv twelve an' twelve. But th' mistake th' chief iv th' polis made was to r-run in a butcher at th' same time.
Annyhow, he was willin' to take a chance; an' he says to his sailors: 'Spanyards, he says, 'Castiles, he says, 'we have et th' las' bed-tick, he says; 'an', if we stay here much longer, he says, 'I'll have to have a steak off th' armor plate fried f'r ye, he says. 'Lave us go out where we can have a r-run f'r our money, he says. An' away they wint.
Whin a sign iv th' effete aristocracy iv England done up sivral free-bor-rn Americans fr'm Boston in a fut r-race, me frind the Farthest North, he grabs his wan glass eye an' says he: 'Well r-run, Cambridge! he says; 'Well r-run, he says. An' 'Well r-run, whativer colledge ye're fr'm, says I, whin wan iv our la-ads jumped over a fence ahead iv some eager but consarvative English scholars."
"I'll tell you anything. What do you want to know?" "First, wherefore you were r-running down here." "To escape from you." "Tr-ruly?" He dropped her hands and looked cut to the heart; so hurt that Sydney hastened to apply ointment to the wound. "But I was walking on the carriage-road to meet you." "You were?" Friedrich's gloomy face was alive again. "Then why did you r-run?" "I don't know.
He was a little tailor-man that wurruked in a panthry down town, an' I seen him weep whin a dog was r-run over be a dhray. Thin Casey 'd call on Doolan f'r to stand his ground an' desthroy th' polis, 'th' onions iv th' monno-polists, he called thim, an' Doolan 'd say, 'Hear, hear, till I thrun thim both out.
'Go on, Harvard, he says. 'Go on, he says. 'Rah, rah, rah, he says. 'Ate him up, chew him up, he says. 'Harvard! he says." "I looked ar-round at th' ca'm dispassyonate Englishman. He dhropped his eye-glass so he cud see th' race an' he had his cane in th' air. 'Well r-run, he says. 'Well r-run, Cambridge, he says. 'Pull him down, he says. 'Run over him, he says. 'Thrip him up, he says.
Whin Andy Duggan r-run f'r aldherman against Schwartzmeister, th' big Dutchman, I was precinct captain then, Jawn, there was an iliction f'r ye.
"Well, sir, in twinty-eight minyits be th' clock Dewey he had all th' Spanish boats sunk, an' that there harbor lookin' like a Spanish stew. Thin he r-run down th' bay, an' handed a few war-rm wans into th' town. He set it on fire, an' thin wint ashore to war-rm his poor hands an' feet. It chills th' blood not to have annything to do f'r an hour or more." "Thin why don't he write something?" Mr.
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