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Suddenly he awoke; in the dim light of his little room Tom saw the figure of a man standing by the bed. "Who are you? What do you want?" whispered the terrified lad, struggling to rise to a sitting position. "Mebbe ye doesn't know me, but I'm Patsey McConough, and it was mesilf that saw ye shtrike out so boldly last night and save the gal that had fallen overboard, and St.
The 'Paches are too plenty and too close. We must light out." "Sha'n't I shtrike anither match to light us out by?" "Hold your tongue, will you? Creep right along behind me, without making any noise at all, and don't rise to your feet till yer see me do it, and don't open your meat-traps to speak till I axes yer a question, if it isn't till a month from now. Do yer understand me?"
"Anarchy foreffer!" "Ve vill shtrike, mine prudders," continued the little round orator, growing very ardent and red in the face. "Ve vill no vait long. Ve vill kill! Ve vill burn! Ve vill der togs uf var loose und ride to driumph in der shariot uf fire. Ve vill deir housen pull down deir hets upoud, und der street will run mit der foul plood uf der gabitalist!"
At all events the strike question was settled in that week below, and Johnny McLean held the ringleaders now in the hollow of his hand. Terence O'Hara opened his eyes and delivered a dictum two hours after he was carried home. "Tell thim byes," he growled in weak jerks, "that if any wan of thim says shtrike till that McLean child drops the hat, they'll fight O'Hara."
"Sleeplishness's no actual proof . . . but it's a pointer. Th' iron's getthin' warrm eyah! d d warrm! . . . but we cannot shtrike yet." But a truce to this strain; for my soul it is sad, To think that a heart in humanity clad Should make, like the brutes, such a desolate end, And depart from the light without leaving a friend. Bear soft his bones over the stones!
"'Sh! get in," she said. "Shtrike me crazy, no!" said McGilveray. "Divil a step will I go. Let me that sowed the storm take the whirlwind." He threw out his chest. "What is it you came here for?" she asked, with meaning. "Yourself an' the mockin' bird in yer voice," he answered. "Then that is enough," she said. "You come for me, I go for you. Get in."
He was by the fore fife-rail, a mere black shape in the dark. "Sleepin' no, sir!" "Don't you hear yon bell shtrike?" cried the mate, slithering on the wet deck toward the foot of the ladder. "No, sir," said Conroy, and stooped to strike the bell. The mate came up the ladder, hauling himself by the hand-rails, for he was swollen beyond the ordinary with extra clothes under his long oilskin coat.
You can der means be uf pringing aboud der reign uf anarchy mitout der shtrike uf von blow. Eferypody vill lif und pe habby." "Boffski," said Mr. O'Royster, after a pause, during which he seemed to be making a violent effort to gather his intellectual forces. "Zere's no doubt I'm 'tossercated in zhe eyes. W'en a man's eyes 'fected by champagne, he's liter'ly no good.
"'Sh! get in," she said. "Shtrike me crazy, no!" said McGilveray. "Divil a step will I go. Let me that sowed the storm take the whirlwind." He threw out his chest. "What is it you came here for?" she asked, with meaning. "Yourself an' the mockin' bird in yer voice," he answered. "Then that is enough," she said. "You come for me, I go for you. Get in."
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