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"Little Sweeny says, in his Irish brogue, 'I can march twic't as fur for the seein' av her!" "Oh! did he?" laughed Clara. "I must carry Sweeny's musket for him some time." "Don't, if you please," said Thurstane, the disciplinarian rising in him. "You would spoil him for the service." "Can't I send him a dish from our table?" "That would just suit his case. He hasn't got broken to hard-tack yet."
Many a time no, I don't say many a time but twic't I did it, and found it well worth my while, too. Some of these ould scamers lie wid a purse o' goolden guineas under their head, and won't confess it till the last moment. Who knows what this ould lad may have about him? I'll thry anyhow," said the drunken ruffian; "It's not aisy to give up an ould custom, Molly the sheriff, my darlin', for that.
"Ain't it enough?" the other demanded in an aggrieved tone. "Sure it is," Jim answered with unqualified approval. "Better'n I expected. I wouldn't take a cent less than ten thousan' for the bunch." "Ten thousan'," Matt sneered. "They're worth twic't that, an' I don't know anything about joolery, either. Look at that big boy!"
"Behind the lookin'-glass in my sett'n-room." "Go and get it immediately, sir!" "Ef I hev to cross thet dusty road twic't more, I'll hev to paint all over agin, an' thet's a fact." "Ethel," said Joe, with the calmness of despair, "you'll have to telephone over to the Junction and ask them to send a constable here at once." "Never mind," cried McNutt, jumping up hastily; "I'll go.
The Missus is peekin' out of the shutters at us now." "And do you never admit visitors, even to the grounds?" "No, sir, never, God 'elp me! and there's many an honest bob I could turn by ut, and no one 'urt. But I've lost my place twic't by ut. They took me back though. The Guv'ner 'ud never forgive me again. 'It's three times and out, Mister 'Opkins, says 'ee, only last Whitsuntide."
"Just the same, they retail for a couple of dollars each," he said. "Is that all?" "Ain't it enough?" the other demanded in an aggrieved tone. "Sure it is," Jim answered with unqualified approval. "Better'n I expected. I wouldn't take a cent less than ten thousan' for the bunch." "Ten thousan'," Matt sneered. "They're worth twic't that, an' I don't know anything about joolery, either.
"'Course that wasn't his real name. He was a sportin' gent, an' that was his sportin' name. He was one o' them all-round fellers. Run! Say, he c'd make a jack-rabbit look like a fly in a tub o' butter. He c'd jump higher'n this here roof, an' vault twic't as high. An' them big shots an' weights that they put I'd hate t' tell you how far he c'd put 'em. You wouldn't b'lieve me."
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