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But it's ta young and ta strong she is pringing home to Tuncan. O m'anam, beannuich!" Involuntarily all eyes turned towards the point called the Death's Head, which bounded the bay on the east. "It's ower dark to see onything," said the man on the window sill. "Yes," said Duncan, "it'll pe too tark for you who haf cot no eyes only to speak of.
"By Jasus, you really tark fine, Massa Easy; dat Mr Vigor nebber care for him, wouldn't you lik him and sure you would," continued the black, feeling the muscle of Jack's arm. "By the soul of my fader, I'd bet my week's allowance on you anyhow. Nebber be 'fraid, Massa Easy." "I am not afraid," replied Jack; "I've thrashed bigger fellows than he;" and Jack's assertion was true.
Sure this is far beyond the rights of a few pumpkin seeds that has just cleared the ground! and all the folks laughed. I 'd no call to have tark with Biddy Con'ly before them idle b'ys and gerrls, nor to let the two of us become their laughing-stock. I tuk up me basket, being ashamed then, and I meant to go away, mad as I was. 'Coom, Mrs.
I says to Mike: 'Come, Mike, let's go up after dark and tark to Dan; he'll help us out if he can, says I " "Sit down, Ellen," said the agent kindly, as the poor woman began to cry. He made her take the armchair which the weave-room girls had given him at Christmas two years before.
"No, miss, though I've heard tark of him in Melkbridge." "Do you know anything of Mr Perigal?" she asked presently. "Which one: the old or the young un?" "Th the old one." "A queer old stick, they zay, though I've never set eyes on un. He don't hit it off with his zon, neither." "Whose fault is that?" "Both. Do 'ee know young Mr Charles?" "I've met him." "H'm!" "What's the matter with him?"
"That little one is Meshell's daughter; she's a nice child too, very quiet, and has got more Christian tark than most," said Mrs. Kilpatrick. "They live overhead o' me. There's nine o' themselves in the two rooms; two does be boarders." "Those upper rooms bees very large entirely at Fitzgibbon's," said Mary Cassidy with unusual indulgence.
One afternoon he was coming down the village street and saw the blacksmith standing near his cottage looking up at a tall fir-tree which grew there on his ground. "What be looking at?" cried Tark.
Tark ran to the tree, and turning over and standing on his hands, clasped the bole with his legs and then with his arms and went up to the branch, when taking the nest and holding it in one hand, he came down head first to the ground in safety. There were other anecdotes of his liveliness and agility. Then followed the story of the youngest son, known as Liddy.
What could anny one ask more than that, and she r'aching such an age, the cr'atur'! Stop here awhile an' you 'll hear all the tark from Nora; she told over to me all the folks that was there. Where has she gone wit' herself, I don't know? Mary Ann!" he turned his head toward the house and called in a loud, complaining tone; "where's Nora, annyway?"
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