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"And what will you do with your table?" said I. "'Faith, I'll be taking it with me, Shorsha; and when I gets to Ireland, I'll get it mended, and I will keep it in the house which I shall have; and when I looks upon it, I will be thinking of all I have undergone."
'But you have as good as money, to me, at least; and I'll take it in exchange. 'What's that, Shorsha dear? 'Irish! 'Irish? 'Yes, you speak Irish; I heard you talking it the other day to the cripple. You shall teach me Irish. 'And is it a language-master you'd be making of me? 'To be sure! what better can you do? it would help you to pass your time at school.
I have been out into the barn, and an owl has crow’d at me!”’ ‘And what has this to do with playing cards?’ ‘Little enough, Shorsha dear!—If there were card-playing, I should not be frighted.’ ‘And why do you not play at cards?’ ‘Did I not tell you that the thief, my uncle Phelim, stole away the pack?
Now the salmon, Shorsha, was nearly done, and the flesh thoroughly hot, so Finn's thumb was scalt, and he, clapping it to his mouth, sucked it, in order to draw out the pain, and in a moment hubbuboo! became imbued with all the wisdom of the world. Here I interrupted the jockey.
Why, his Holiness the Pope, and his reverence the rector, and the sub-rector, and the almoner seated at cards; and the ould thaif of a rector was dealing out the cards which ye had given me, Shorsha, to his Holiness the Pope, the sub-rector, the almoner, and himself."
And now the Christmas holidays is coming, when I shall be at home by day as well as night, and then what am I to do? Since I have been a saggarting, I have been good for nothing at all neither for work nor Greek only to play cards! Faith, it's going mad I will be! 'I say, Murtagh! 'Yes, Shorsha dear! 'I have a pack of cards.
‘But you have as good as money, to me, at least; and I’ll take it in exchange.’ ‘What’s that, Shorsha dear?’ ‘Irish!’ ‘Irish?’ ‘Yes, you speak Irish; I heard you talking it the other day to the cripple. You shall teach me Irish.’ ‘And is it a language-master you’d be making of me?’ ‘To be sure!—what better can you do?—it would help you to pass your time at school.
Now the salmon, Shorsha, was nearly done, and the flesh thoroughly hot, so Finn's thumb was scalt, and he, clapping it to his mouth, sucked it, in order to draw out the pain, and in a moment hubbuboo! became imbued with all the wisdom of the world. Myself. Stop, Murtagh! stop! Murtagh. All the witchcraft, Shorsha. Myself. How wonderful! Murtagh. Was it not, Shorsha?
I wish you would come and stay with us, and tell us some o’ your sweet stories of your own self and the snake ye carried about wid ye. Faith, Shorsha dear! that snake bates anything about Finn-ma-Coul or Brian Boroo, the thieves two, bad luck to them!’ ‘And do they get up and tell you stories?’ ‘Sometimes they does, but oftenmost they curses me, and bids me be quiet!
"Well, Shorsha, about a year and a half after you left us and a sorrowful hour for us it was when ye left us, losing, as we did, your funny stories of your snake and the battles of your military they sent me to Paris and Salamanca, in order to make a saggart of me." "Pray excuse me," said I, "for interrupting you, but what kind of place is Salamanca?" "Divil a bit did I ever see of it, Shorsha!"
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