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It cuts me to th' heart to look at them eyes o' hers; I think they're bigger nor iver, an' they look like my poor baby's as died, when it got so thin O dear, its little hands you could see thro' 'em. But I've great hopes if she was to see you, sir, as come from the Manor, it might bring back her mind, like.
'I'm goin' to enther th' profission iv law, he says, 'where be me acooman an' industhry I hope, he says, 'f'r to rise to be a judge, he says, 'a congrissman, he says, 'a sinator, he says, 'an' p'rhaps, he says, 'a prisidint iv th' United States, he says. 'Theyse nawthin to prevint, he says.
He found his courage fail at thought of laying hands upon the man as he was stretched there helpless. "I I can't touch him!" he exclaimed. "It'd be why, it'd be like handlin' th' dead!" He drew back, nonplussed, ashamed of his own timidity, yet unable to overcome it. He had felled the man and meant to kill him, yet, now, he could not bring himself to lay a hand upon him.
I have been corrispondin' with wan of th' celibrated animal men regardin' th' dongola water goat, an' I have me eye on two of thim this very minute. But 'twill be ixpinsive, Casey, mighty ixpinsive. Th' dongola water goat is a rare birrd, Casey. They have become extinct in th' lakes of Ireland, an' what few of thim is left in th' worrld is held at outrajeous prices.
"If you'd bin asleep inside the van when that theer blaze got started," said old Abey, rebukingly, as he hobbled along by the boy's side, "you wouldn't be whistlin' 'My Own Bluebell' now; your pore widowed mother, what lives in that theer little cottage o' mine at Porberry End and 'om I persuaded to insure you in the Popular Thrifty would 'ave 'ad a bit o' money comin' in 'andy for 'er Michaelmas rent, an' one or two other people would be a penny o' th' right side, likewise."
"But what did he mean by to-morrow? I don't know but what we ought to let the treasure go and find Sorez first." "Find Sorez and ye has ter help him; help him and the Priest fixes us immejiate. Then where's yer girl? No, th' thing for us ter do is ter git th' treasure first and get it quick. Then we has somethin' ter work with." "And if the treasure isn't there?"
"What were ye up to, anyway?" asked the policeman. "What kind of booze have ye been samplin'?" "I've nothing to say." "Ye speak clear enough. So much th' worse, if ye ain't drunk. Was ye crazy t' ride like that? Ye might have killed th' women an' had a bill of manslaughter brought against ye." "I have nothing to say; it is all a mistake. I got the wrong number and the wrong carriage."
This had been the way with visiting officers from other posts and regiments when in Arizona, and the same thing was being repeated here in Kansas. The th did not like it, but could not exactly see how to help it.
Yet, answered I, you see he so disposed himself in reference to the lot, that the choice might pass according to the arbitrament of the wisest man; And th' lot drawn from the helmet, as they wished, On Ajax fell. But yet since you command me to make the election, How can I think a better choice to make Than the divine Ulysses?
What gr-reat advances has science made in my time an' Victorya's! f'r, whin we entered public life, it took three men to watch th' bar-keep, while to-day ye can tell within eight dollars an hour what he's took in.
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