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"No, no; drink fair, Matt Quintal; wotever you do, drink fair. It's my turn now." "Your turn?" retorted Quintal, fiercely; "why, you've bin swillin' away for half-an-hour before I came." "No, Matt, no; honour bright. I'd only just begun. But come, we won't quarrel over it. Here's the other half o' the nut, so we'll drink together. Now, hold steady."
He's got a flask in his bunk, swillin' and gruntin'; he's just in hog-heaven." "Damn that sneak!" "The man he was talkin' about, Mac, was the man we had all built our hopes on." "I'll teach Potts " "You can't, Mac. Potts has got to die and go to heaven perhaps to hell, before he'll learn any good. But you're a different breed. Teach MacCann."
Up at Fort Shurdan they had a ginmill where th' warryors cud go an' besot thimsilves with bottled beer an' dominoes. It was a sad sight to see thim grim heroes, survivors iv a thousand marches through th' damp sthreets on Decoration Day, settin' in these temples iv hell an' swillin' down th' hated cochineel that has made Milwaukee what it is.
"An' I'll ask you, very p'inted, what you reckon you're doin' in that chair?" "Doing?" "I'll ask you, very p'inted, why you're loafin' around wastin' your master's time?" "Loafing?" cried Mr. Brimberly, very red in the face. "Loaf " "I also ask you, very p'inted, wherefore an' why you loaf, guzzlin' an' swillin' your master's good liquor?" "Guzzling!" gasped Mr. Brimberly.
I mean to say, 'ere you are, standin' 'ere, you might say, in the dark an' suddenly a bullet damn near 'its you ... or mebbe it does 'it you ... one of our chaps was killed in front of that 'ouse last night ... they been swillin' the blood away, see!..." Henry looked across the road to where a man was vigorously brooming the wet pavement.
"Sure, Mr Fosset promised to give us the worrd whin she hove in sight, an' you're only distarbin' yoursilf for nothing, colonel! More's the pity, too, mabruchal, whin your leg is progressin' so illigantly an' the swillin' goin' down as swately as possible. Now kape aisy, if only to oblige me. Faith, colonel, me profissional reputation's at shtake!"
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