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The fair, well-fenced, and well-cultivated land of Leix was cruelly ravaged immediately after Ormond's release the common soldiers cut down with their swords "corn to the value of 10,000 pounds and upwards," and the brave chief, Owny, son of Rory, having incautiously exposed himself in an attack on Maryborough, was, on the 17th of August, killed by a musket shot.
You must stand by me in this matter, for they'll hae to go sooner or later." "That is a thing I cannot do, father. There is not a Laird of Crawford that was not nursed on some clanswoman's breast. We are all kin. Do you think I would like to see Rory and Jean Crawford packed off to Canada? And there is young Hector, my foster-brother! And old Ailsa, your own foster-sister!
"Curious combination of a fool and a well-informed man," remarked Ward. "Is he either of the two?" asked Broome. "My belief, he shams both." "Easy matter to sham foolishness," obsened Williamson. "Not so easy to sham information." "Any relation to the late Liberator?" I asked. "Dan O'Connell's only his nickname," replied Andrews. "His proper name is Rory O'Halloran. "Rory O'Halloran!" I repeated.
Never fear! never fear, man! a warm frind and a bitter enemy, that's my maxim. Talb. Yes, but too warm a friend is as bad as a bitter enemy. Rory. Oh, never fear me!
"Well, I'm sure there could not be a more promising advertisement." "That's just it!" said Jock. "Moor and moss. How many acres of heather?" "How was I to expect a man of family to be a regular swindler?" "Hush! hush, my dear fellow! Roderick Dhu was a man of family. It is the modern form." "But I saw his keeper." "Oh!" cried Allen. "I know! Old Rory!
Thank you for your courteous offer of binding the lad apprentice to a tradesman. I suppose you would make a tailor of him would you? I had rather see him hang'd, d'ye see. Come along, Rory, I perceive how the land lies, my boy let's tack about, i'faith while I have a shilling you shan't want a tester.
Tell him, I'll lick him for every minute he's late; and, mind, don't let old Rory O'More here know, meaning our friend Jog, 'or he may take a fancy to go, and we shall never get there, alluding to their former excursion. 'No, no, replied Mr. Leather, leaving the room. Mr.
There's a stroke, in the first place, for Wheeler, you take it? Talb. O yes, yes, we take it; go on. Rory sings. "I'm true game to the last, and no Wheeler for me. Of all birds, beasts, or fishes, that swim in the sea, Webb'd or finn'd, black or white, man or child, Whig or Tory, None but Talbot, O, Talbot's the dog for Rory." Talb. "Talbot the dog" is much obliged to you.
"A random rory would have made no difference between now and two days back, and believing and being. You cannot be over-particular in the truth, I take it." Alick blushed, shifted his place and looked uneasy. And again, as so often before, it came across him: had he done right, judged by the highest law, to conceal the truth as he knew it about Leam?
"Cold work this, Rory," rejoined the serjeant, at the same time drawing a flask from his bosom, and handing it to the former; "here, take a mouthful of that, to keep the frost out." M'Leod, perishing of cold, gratefully acknowledged the very timous kindness, placed the flask to his mouth, and unguardedly took a hearty pull of the brandy it contained.
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