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"Ah, sure, it's distroyed they'd be, jogglin' along, and the crathur herself 'ud go distracted entirely; sorra a bit of good you'd get of her. But look here, Mr. Dunne, I've got another out there as like her as if the both of them had come out of the one egg, and you could be takin' that instid.
I thin smoothed the ashes, and began agin, an' sorra bit of it but was a coffin still. Well, says I, I'll give you another chance, here goes one more; an', as sure as gun's iron, it was a coffin the third time. Heaven be about us, it's odd enough!" "It would be little matther you were nailed down in a coffin," replied Anthony, fiercely; "the world would have little loss.
Whatever's over from the buryin' and bit of a grave-stone may go for Masses; sorra a penny of it a one of the O'Beirnes 'ill touch." So Nicholas lost his chances, which seems a pity when one considers how, for the sake of bringing them to him, old Mr.
"Never," said he, "did I see it so exemplified as in the case of Richard Morris and this felly who has just been killed. Never were two men more unlike; but sorra such an intimacy did I ever see afore, as there was between them. Morris when he had the drink in him was a poet.
"Sorra foot yez will put inside the room this evenin', above all evenin's in the year." "Why, sure we know he won't drink. I wish to goodness we knew he had been here; we wouldn't ax him to drink, bekase we know he wouldn't.
"It's more nor I can do to carry them two boxes at wance," said Larry O'Neil, regarding them with a puzzled look, "an' sorra a porter do I see nowhere." As he spoke, a tall, gentlemanly-looking young man, in a red-flannel shirt, round-crowned wide-awake, long boots, and corduroys, stepped forward, and said, "I'll help you, if you like."
"Why, thin, bad cess to you, Lamh Laudher," she exclaimed, "but it's a purty chase I had afther you." "The sorra any thing, at all, at all, only to see if you war here. Miss Ellen sent me to tell you that she's afeard she can't come this evenin', unknownst to them." "An' am I not to wait, Nanse?"
"That was so, yer honour, and now you are a man and an officer, it is natural it should be different." "Tim Hoolan, you are a humbug," Terence said, laughing. "Sorra a bit of one, yer honour. I am not saying that you won't grow a bit more; everyone says what a fine man you will make.
"Let it be a lady, Lindsay, if you love me," said the parson, filling his glass. "Sorra hair I care if it is," said the priest, "provided she's dacent and attends her duty; go on, squire; give us her name at once, and don't keep the parson's teeth watering." "Be quiet, reverend gentlemen," said Lindsay, laughing; "how can a man speak when you take the words out of his mouth?"
As the evening was rainy, he said he'd take one of the neighbors; and he hadn't to go far, for Andy Moore was going home, and he brought him down at once. "'Did he shoot him? said Mr. Prettyman, while cold perspiration broke over his forehead. 'Did he murder the man? "'Sorra murder, said Peter, disdainfully. 'But why shouldn't he shoot him when the master bid him?
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