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After church, Dr. Toole walking up to the Mills, to pay an afternoon visit to poor little Mrs. Nutter, was overtaken by Mr. Lowe, the magistrate who brought his tall, iron-gray hunter to a walk as he reached him. 'Any tidings of Nutter? asked he, after they had, in the old world phrase, given one another the time of day.
'Come in, cried Mr. Gamble, still exploding in comfortable little bursts of half-suppressed laughter. 'Oh! 'tis you? Very good, Sir, said Mr. Gamble, sobering a little. He was the same lanky, vulgar, and slightly-squinting gentleman, pitted with the small-pox, whom Toole had seen on a former occasion. And the little doctor thought he looked even more cunning and meaner than before.
'By Jove, Sir, it is quite true, Lady Carrick-o'-Gunniol was her godmother: and Toole ran off into the story of how that relationship was brought about; narrating it, however, with great caution and mildness, extracting all the satire, and giving it quite a dignified and creditable character, for the Lieutenant Fireworker smelt so confoundedly of powder that the little doctor, though he never flinched when occasion demanded, did not care to give him an open.
The Clover Leaf young men, after two years of blindness, suddenly perceived charms in Miss Toole. They flexed their compelling muscles before her and bespoke her for the dance. Thus she scored; but to Terry O'Sullivan the honours of the evening fell thick and fast.
Upon his two supporters, and followed by his little second, this towering sufferer was helped, and tumbled into the coach, into which Puddock, Toole, and the priest, who was curious to see O'Flaherty's last moments, all followed; and they drove at a wild canter for the coachman was 'hearty' over the green grass, and toward Chapelizod, though Toole broke the check-string without producing any effect, down the hill, quite frightfully, and were all within an ace of being capsized.
Ha! ha! ha! If you draw, Sir, there's one prospect up the river, by the mills upon my conscience but you don't draw? No answer. 'A little, Sir, maybe? Just for a maggot, I'll wager like my good lady, Mrs. Toole. A nearer glance at his dress had satisfied Toole that he was too much of a maccaroni for an artist, and he was thinking of placing him upon the lord lieutenant's staff.
Just as he drove away, poor little Mrs. Sturk looked in. 'Is there anything, Ma'am? asked Toole, a little uneasily. 'Only only, I think he's just a little frightened he's so nervous you know by that Dublin doctor's loud talking and he's got a kind of trembling a shivering. 'Eh a shivering, Ma'am? said Toole. 'Like a man that's taken a cold, eh?
When little Alderman Toole dropped into Casey's saloon that night on his way home he did not slip meekly to the far end of the bar, as he usually did. For the first time in his aldermanic career he had been put on a committee where he would really have something to do, and he felt the honour.
In fact, a very angry and pathetic funeral oration, during which, accompanied by Doctor Toole, Lieutenant Puddock, in person, entered; and the colonel stopped short with his eyes and mouth very wide open, and said the colonel very sternly. 'I I'm glad to see, Sir, you're safe: and and I suppose, I shall hear now that Cluffe's drowned? and he stamped the emphasis on the floor.
'Oh, not for the wide world, whispered the matron, in great alarm. 'Whisht! is that her coming? 'No; there she is across the street talking to Mrs. Nutter. Listen to me: I'll manage that lady, Mrs. Mary what's her name? Matchwell. I'll take her in hands, and whisper now. So Toole entered into details, and completed an officious little conspiracy; and the upshot of it was that Mrs.
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