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An' I was laid in among thim, and Sergeant-Major Kilpatrick shtandin' there an' looking at me an' sayin': 'Poor b'y poor b'y! "But when they threw another man on tap of me, I waked up out o' that beautiful shlape, and give him a kick. 'Yer not polite, says I to mesilf. Shure, I couldn't shpake there was no strength in me.
Well, I got along to me room, sick an' sorry enough, an' doubtsome whether I might get in wid no key. But there was the key in the open door, an', by this an' that, all the shtuff in the room chair, table, bed, an' all was shtandin' on their heads twisty-ways, an' the bedclothes an' every thin' else; such a disgraceful stramash av conglomerated thruck as ye niver dhreamt av.
"Divil a word could I shpake, but I winked at him, and Captain Masham shtandin' by whips out a flask. "'Put that betune his teeth, says he. Whin I got it there, trust me fur not lettin' it go. An' the Sergeant-Major says to me: 'I have hopes of you, Kilquhanity, when you do be drinkin' loike that. "'A foine healthy corpse I am; an' a foine thirsty, healthy corpse I am, says I."
An' I was laid in among thim, and Sergeant-Major Kilpatrick shtandin' there an' looking at me an' sayin': 'Poor b'y poor b'y! "But when they threw another man on tap of me, I waked up out o' that beautiful shlape, and give him a kick. 'Yer not polite, says I to mesilf. Shure, I couldn't shpake there was no strength in me.
'The Roosians are chargin' here they come! Shtandin' besoide me was a bit of a lump of a b'y, as foine a lad as ever shtood in the boots of me rigimint aw! the look of his face was the look o' the dead. 'The Roosians are comin' they're chargin'! says Sergeant-Major Kilpatrick, and the bit av a b'y, that had nothin' to eat all day, throws down his gun and turns round to run.
"Like three crows shtandin' there!" she said. "Come in ma'm'selle says come in, and tell your tales here, if they're fit to hear, Jo Portugais. Who are you to say no when ma'm'selle bids!" she added. Very soon afterwards Jo was inside the post-office, telling his tale with the deliberation of a lesson learned by heart. "It's all right, as ma'm'selle knows," he said.
So wild was he, yesterday it was a week, so black mad wid somethin' I'd said to him and somethin' that shlipped from me hand at his head, that he turns his back on me, throws opin the dure, shteps out into the shnow, and shtandin' there alone, he curses the wide wurruld oh, dear Misther Garon, he cursed the wide wurruld, shtandin' there in the snow!
God forgive the black heart of him, shtandin' out there cursin' the wide wurruld!" The Avocat looked at the Sergeant's wife musingly, the fingers of his hands tapping together, but he did not speak: he was becoming wiser all in a moment as to the ways of women. "An' now he's in bed, the shtrappin' blasphemer, fur the could he got shtandin' there in the snow cursin' the wide wurruld.
"Like three crows shtandin' there!" she said. "Come in ma'm'selle says come in, and tell your tales here, if they're fit to hear, Jo Portugais. Who are you to say no when ma'm'selle bids!" she added. Very soon afterwards Jo was inside the post-office, telling his tale with the deliberation of a lesson learned by heart. "It's all right, as ma'm'selle knows," he said.
The b'ys of the rigimint shtandin' shoulder to shoulder, an' the faces av 'm blue wid powder, an' red wid blood, an' the bits o' b'ys droppin' round me loike twigs of an' ould tree in a shtorm. Just a cry an' a bit av a gurgle tru the teeth, an' divil the wan o' thim would see the Liffey side anny more. "'The Roosians are chargin'! shouts Sergeant-Major Kilpatrick.
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