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He's not much of parson though; he wunna send yer to sleep wi' his long preachings. But oi say the mon's a good mon: he'll coom and see yer when you're bad, an' talk t' ye by th' hour; though he dunna talk oot o' th' Bible. But oi'm a lad o' t' forest, and 'll be a keeper some toime. That's better nor book-larning."
The homely face reddened more deeply, and the lad's eyes dull, soft, almost womanish eyes raised themselves to the speaker's. "Do yo' knew anybody as would be loikely to tak' me in a bit" he said, "until I ha' toime to earn th' wage to pay? I wouldna wrong no mon a penny as had trusted me." There was manifest hesitation, and then some one spoke: "Lancashire Jack might."
We had barely completed this work when Mahoney came out into the hall, his head bound up with a blood-soaked rag. "A foine, lively shindy, Leftenant," he said, grinning amiably. "Bedad, but Oi thought they had us that last toime Oi did that." He glanced about curiously. "An' ye must hav' had it hot in here too." "It was hand to hand, Sergeant, and we lost some men four dead.
If he'll do roight for his own makin', sure and that'll be better than for us to be havin' a hand in it. Give him his head and plinty of chances to prove things, and when he has proved 'em, own up to it." The two brightened. "I couldn't believe little Jim was so bad, mother," said Mike. "Bad, is it? Sure and he ain't bad yet. And now's the toime to kape him from it.
"Begorrah, Dick, give me toime to recover me bre'th, me bhoy, an' thin I'll till ye ivverythin'," and then he continued in a bashful sort of way, unlike his usual off-hand manner, "I've lift the say for good, an' sit up for a docther ashore on me own hook, faith." "Why!" I exclaimed in great surprise, "how's that?" "Bedad, you'd betther axe y'r sister." "What! my sister Janet?"
"Hadendowas I've no fear uv, an' Subadars are Injy nagurs anyhow, though fellow-soldiers uv the Queen that's good to shtand befront uv biscuit-boxes or behoind thim; an' wan has no fear of the thing that's widout fear, an' death's iron enters in aisy whip mortial strength's behind it. But drames I've had enough uv drames in me toime, I have that, Coolin!" He shuddered a little.
"I'll teach ye mesilf, and, bedad, ye'll be as foine a terpechorian artist be the toime, as will be at the ball." The last objection swept away, Fernando began secretly to take lessons in the waltz, cotillon and other dances of the day. Whatever may be said against Terrence, one thing is quite certain, he was no bad dancing master, and Fernando was an apt pupil.
Dore on one side and Dicky on the other. “And sure, me own hearrt was telling me the trut’ all the toime did Oi but listhen to ut—for ’twas loving this foine little lad ivry minut av the day.” She patted Dicky’s head. “And me niver seeing the baby that had me own name!” She cuddled Delia close. “OI’m the happiest woman in the whole woide wurrld this day.”
"’Tis toime to fear a revolver in the hands av Simpson whin he’s no intinsions av shootin’." Simpson still attempted to harangue the crowd, but his voice was lost in the general thigh-slapping and the shouts and roars that showed no signs of abating.
Yan feebly agreed, but had much difficulty in seeing what the plant had in common with the others. "An' luk here! Thayer ye got Lowbelier, that some calls Injun tobaccer. Ye found this by the crick, an' it's a little airly ahead o' toime. That's the shtuff to make ye throw up when ye want to. Luk, ain't that lafe the livin' shape of a shtummick?
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