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"A dongola, Dugan" he said slowly, and stopped. "A dongola" he repeated. "A dongola did ye ask me what a dongola might be, Dugan?" The big mayor nodded, and Grevemeyer leaned forward to catch the answer. Casey, too, leaned on his bar and listened. Alderman Toole raised his glass to his lips and filled his mouth with the liquor. Instantly he dashed the glass furiously to the floor.
'A shop! two shops; a great man in the chandlery line, responded Larry. 'H'm! not precisely the thing we want, though, says Toole. 'There are some of them, surely, that don't keep shops, said Devereux, a little impatiently. 'Millions! said Larry. 'Come, say their names. 'Only one of them came this evening, Mr. Doolan, of Stonnybatther he's a retired merchant.
He'd have shot himself or Nutter, to a certainty. But there's a chance yet: we forgot the Nightingale Club; they're still in the Phoenix. 'Pooh, Sir! they're all tailors and green-grocers, said Toole, in high dudgeon. 'There are two or three good names among them, however, answered Devereux; and by this time they were on the threshold of the Phoenix.
Dillon, you'll find him over his letters and desk, in his breakfast parlour, said Toole, who, apprehending that this night's work might possibly prove a hit for the disreputable and savage luminary, was treating him, though a good deal stung and confounded by the prodigious amount of the fee, with more ceremony than he did at first.
They anchored the water goats firmly in the lake, and left them there to overcome their shyness, which seemed, as Fagan and Toole left them, to be as great as ever. The goats gazed sadly, and bleated longingly, after the two men as they disappeared in the dusk, and when the men had passed entirely out of sight, the goats looked at each other and complained bitterly.
'And the top of the morning to you, my pretty Miss chattering Mag, up on your perch there, responded the physician. 'And what in the world brings you out this way at breakfast time, and where are you going? Oh! goosey, goosey gander, where do you wander? 'Up stairs, if you let me, said Toole, with a flourish of his hand, and a gallant grin, 'and to my lady's chamber.
'No you're not, Mullikins, interposed Magnolia impatiently. 'There's Toole crossing the street, will I call him up? 'Not for the world, Maggy darling. I'd have to pay him, and where's the money to come from?
'No, Sir; you're here some time, stunned and unconscious. 'Eh! how long? 'No matter, Sir, now. Just say the date of the night it happened. Sturk uttered a deep groan. 'Am I dying? said he. 'No, Sir, please goodness far from it, said Toole. 'Fracture? asked Sturk, faintly. 'Why yes something of the sort indeed altogether a fracture; but going on mighty well, Sir.
'That will do, said Toole, under his breath, to Devereux. Devereux nodded. 'Just, I say, tap him on the shoulder, and tell him that Dr. Toole, you know, of this town, with many compliments and excuses, begs one word with him, said the doctor. 'Hoo! Docthur dear, he was the first of them down, and was carried out to his coach insensible jist when Mr.
"But next times I makes no more such fool mistakes; I make me a real boss grafter. I am now only a boss-fool, but boss grafter. So says Attorney Toole. Money is grafts, and houses and lots is grafts, and horses is grafts, and buggies, but," and he paused impressively, "apples isn't, and potatoes isn't, and peas isn't, and chickens isn't. Nothing to eat is grafts. If it is to eat it is not grafts.