"Come, M'Loughlin," said Cochrane, now their leader, "you ribelly Papish rascal, produce your arms for we have been informed that you have arms consaled in the house." "Pray who informed you, Mr. Cochrane?" "That's not your business, my man," replied Cochrane, "out with them before we search."
Why don't they teach you and give you the Bible to read, the ribelly rascals? but they're afraid you'd know too much then. "'Well, Mr. Johnston, said Mick, 'I b'lieve you'll never have a good opinion of them, at any rate. "'Ay, when the sky falls, replied Vengeance; 'but you're now on your death bed, and why don't you pitch them to ould Nick, and get a Bible?
It's not over civil, I think, to come in this manner, disturbing a quiet and inoffensive family." "What's the ribelly rascal sayin'?" asked a drunken fellow, who lurched across the floor, and would have fallen, had he not come in contact with a chest of drawers, "what, wha-at's he say-ayin? but I sa-ay here's to hell with the Po-po-pope hurra!"
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