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"It's the sarjeant that I considers as one of the family," said the county Leitrim-man, when his pantomime was through, "but it isn't dacent to be bawling out sacrets through a whole nighbourhood; and then, as for Ould Nick or Saucy Nick, or whatever ye calls him Och! isn't he a pratthy Injin! Ye'll mar-r-ch t'rough Ameriky, and never see his aiquel!" "This will never do, O'Hearn.
"Then I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Aby; I don't want to have anything to do with a man who won't show his rispect by telling me his sacrets." "That's it, is it, Fan?" "I suppose you think I can't keep a sacret. You think I'd be telling father, I suppose." "Well, it's about some money that's due to him down there." "Who from?" "He expects to get it from some of those Fitzgerald people."
I don't let out owld granny's sacrets," said Malachi, gracefully waving his head to and fro to the squeaking of the bellows; then, suddenly tossing back the long, dangling, black elf-locks that curled down the sides of his lank, yellow cheeks, and winking knowingly with his comical little deep-seated black eyes, he burst out again
Och! If I had me will of the blackguards, every rogue of 'em should be bound hand and fut and laid under that pratthy wather-fall, yon at the mill, until his sins was washed out of him. Would there be confessions then? That would there; and sich letting out of sacrets as would satisfy the conscience of a hog!"
Shure, 't is not for an O'Brien to be wastin' his toime thryin' to tache the loikes of him the great sacrets of thrade. It wud be castin' pearls afore swine, as Father Kinny says. Did iver ye hear tell of the Boible, now?" "Ay ban Lutheran." "An' what's that? It's a Dimocrat Oi am, an' dom the O'Brien that's annything else. But Oi niver knew thar was anny of thim other things hereabout.
I don't let out owld granny's sacrets," said Malachi, gracefully waving his head to and fro to the squeaking of the bellows; then, suddenly tossing back the long, dangling black elf-locks that curled down the sides of his lank, yellow cheeks, and winking knowingly with his comical little deep-seated black eyes, he burst out again
But that was long ago, if it ever was. There's sacrets in all families to be forgotten bad to be raking the past. I never knew you so sharp on a neighbour, Honor, before: what ails ye? Honor. Phil. Let me go, then! Nonsense! the boys of Ballynavogue will be wondering, and Miss Car'line most. "Oh the boys of Ball'navogue." HONOR, alone. Honor. Oh, Phil!
Newspapers are like women ter'ble bad for keeping sacrets. What'll Philip say? But haven't you a toothful of anything, Grannie? Gin for the ladies, Nancy. Goodness me, the house is handy. What time was it? Wait, don't tell me! It was five o'clock this morning, wasn't it? Yes? Gough bless me, I knew it! High water to the very minute aw, he'll rise in the world, and die at the top of the tide.
I soon found myself in the crowd around this celebrated character, who was, as usual, extolling the great value of that night's paper by certain brief suggestions regarding its contents. "What was that, Terry?" "Hould yer peace, ye spalpeen! Is it to the likes of yez I 'd be telling cabinet sacrets? O'Gogorman's grand speech in Ennis on the Catholic claims.
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