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One thing was beautiful: the creek was a perfect contrast to the turbid Colorado; its waters were as clear and bright as crystal. Sweeny halted over and over to look at it, his mouth open and eyes twinkling like a pleased dog. "An' there's nothing nagurish about that, now," he chuckled. "A pataty ud laugh to be biled in it."
"I'd be glad," said Sweeny, "if you'd step up to my house with me for two minutes the way I could speak to you without the whole town listening to what we're saying." Peter Walsh rose from his seat with quiet dignity and followed Sweeny up the street. "You'll take a sup of porter," said Sweeny, when they reached the bar of the public house.
"It would be a disgrace to the whole of us," said Patsy the smith, "if the strange gentleman was to be drownded." "They'd have it on the papers if anything happened him," said Sweeny, "and the place would be getting a bad name, which is what I wouldn't like on account of being a magistrate." Priscilla began to wheel the bath-chair away from the quay.
Nature as it is is one image; nature as it appears is a thousand; or rather it is infinite. Every soul is a mirror, reflecting what faces it; but the reflections differ as do the souls that give them. To the three men who now gazed on the Great Cañon it was far from being the same object. Sweeny surveyed it as an old Greek or Roman might, with simple distaste and horror.
"I'm not sure that our respected friend might not be more tolerable when he was not at his ease!" said the Reverend Charles. "Larry simply sulked," continued Miss Coppinger; "I'm afraid Paris life does not inculcate much respect for religion." "Very possibly!" said the Reverend Charles, non-committally. "I feel for poor Sweeny! He knows now what Purgatory is like!"
"Ye're a purty sailor, buttoned up in a long-tail coat, wid a white hankerchy round yer neck. Have ye been foolin' paple wid makin' 'em think ye're a Protestant praste?" "I've been blowin' glass, Sweeny," replied the sniffling voice of Phineas Glover. "Blowin' glass! Och, yees was always powerful at blowin'. But I niver heerd ye blow glass. It was big lies mostly whin I was a listing."
"I have no desire to concern myself in your association with Captain Jim, but since you persist in dragging me into it, you must allow me to speak plainly. From all that I can ascertain you have no serious intentions of marrying Polly Baxter. You have come here from Gilead to follow Mrs. Sweeny, whom I saw you with a moment ago.
Do you think now you can hit this window from where you were standing in the yard?" "Hit it! Barring the shot scatters terrible I'll put every grain of it into some part of you if you stay where you are this minute." "I'll not be in this chair at the time," said Sweeny. "I'll be in the bed, and what shots come into the room will go over me with the way you'll be shooting.
Shubert was an American lad, who had got tired of clerking it in an apothecary's shop, and had enlisted from a desire for adventure, as you might guess from his larkish countenance. Sweeny was a diminutive Paddy, hardly regulation height for the army, as light and lively as a monkey, and with much the air of one.
"When you have the gun," said Sweeny, "and the cartridges in it, you'll go round to the back yard where you were this minute and you'll fire two shots through this window, and mind what you're at, Peter Walsh, for I won't have every pane of glass in the back of the house broke, and I won't have the missus' hens killed.
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