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I'd be thrue to ye ivery day o' me loife, an' ye knows it, but ye jist goes on makin' eyes at this wan an' flirtin' wid that wan an' spakin' swate to the t'other, an' kapin' all on the string till they can nayther ate nor slape nor be half the min they were till ye bewildered 'em. Ye're nothin' but a giddy, light-minded, shallow crather, a spoilin' min for your own fun.
"Throubled! dad, Fardorougha, you ought to be a happy and a thankful man this night, that is, if God sinds the misthress safe over it, as I hope He will, plase goodness." "I'm poor, Nogher, I'm poor, an' here's a family comin'." "Faith, take care it's not sin you're com-mittin' by spakin' as you're doin'." "But you know I'm poor, Nogher."
I'm not carin' whether ye use a club or white vi'lets, but don't ye be lettin' Marian Thorne get no idea into her head that she is goin' to take Mr. Pater Morrison, because concernin' Pater I know what I know, and I ain't goin' to stand by and see things goin' wrong for want of spakin' up. Now if you're a wise man, ye don't nade nothing further said on the subject."
"Not at all," replied Alley, who sometimes, as the reader may have perceived, drew upon an imagination of no ordinary fertility; "in England they have spakin' birds, singin' trees, and goolden wather. So, as I was sayin', while she went to thry the goolden wather " "Troth, if ever I get poor health, I'll go there myself," observed Nancy, with a gleam of natural humor in her clear blue eye."
"Ah! then, it's the women can twist their tongues, anyhow," cried O'Rook. "Sure it's about dirty goold I'm spakin', isn't it? I made no reference to the love of purty woman did I, now? In regard of that I wouldn't change places with the Shah of Pershy."
Well, darlin' that I may die a happy death in a good ould age, if I can blame you for not spakin' especially afther havin' lost your father and two brothers this night.
"What was it ye dramed again, Coolin? Was there anything but the dramin' anny noise, or sound, or spakin'?" Coolin lied freely, for to disturb William Connor was little enough compensation for being held back at Suakim while the Berkshires and the Sikhs were off for a scrimmage in the desert.
"Halt, Bartle, don't be angry whin I offered them, I didn't mane to give you the slightest offence; it's enough for you to tell me you won't have them without gettin' into a passion." "Have what? what are you spakin' about?" "Why about the shoes; what else?" "Yes, faith, sure enough well, ay, the shoes! don't think of it, Connor I'm hasty; too much so, indeed, an' that's my fault.
"In the beginnin' of the next week. An', Kathleen, ahagur, if you remimber the bitther mornin' we came upon the world but we'll not be spakin' of that now. I don't like to think of it. Some other time, maybe, when we're settled among our ould friends, I'll mintion it." "Well, the Lord bliss your endayvors, anyhow! Och, Owen, do thry an' get us a snug farm somewhere near them.
His father I'm tould was as poor in the beginnin' as either of us." "Ay, but it's the son we're spakin about the ould tyrannical villain that dhrives an' harries the poor! He has loads of money in the house, they say eh?" "Divil a know myself knows, Rody: nor not makin' you an ill answer divil a hair myself cares, Rody. Let him have much, or let him have little, that's your share an' mine of it."
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