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"Th' rist think ut's th' shtayin' alone made um loony, but Oi put two an' two togither here's Moncrossen losht his bur-rd's-eye an' Creed scairt witless be th' soight av th' greener phwat's th' answer? "Phy, th' b'y ain't dead at all. Some ways he got out av th' river, scairt th' dayloights out av Creed, an' made off wid th' bur-rd's-eye. Am Oi roight?" "Exactly!" exclaimed Bill. "Oi know'd ut!
Ortheris took out his house-wife, eased the trouble with a needle, stabbed Mulvaney in the calf with the same weapon, and was swiftly kicked into the fire. 'I've bruk the best av my toes over you, ye grinnin' child av disruption, said Mulvaney, sitting cross-legged and nursing his feet; then seeing me, 'Oh, ut's you, sorr! Be welkim, an' take that maraudin' scutt's place.
Fife more smallpox lanterns yoost oop der streed. I'm goin' mofe glean to der oder ent of der city. Und you can come by me or you can run efter your Dago mens und his voomans! Dod's why he dittn't come to marry you, you grazy ut's a voomans!" "No, no," screamed Bertha, stopping her ears with her forefingers. "Lies, lies, lies!"
The man didn't know that he was playing with the certainty of a crushed skull. "Aw, come on!" broke in the other, impatiently. "They'll git tired and crawl out. We can wait for thim at th' ind. Faith, ut's bitter cowld here." The man and the girl heard their steps shuffle off, and even caught the swash of their knees against the stiff rubber coats, so near they passed.
But havin' a tip helps, an' ef there ain't no soup to pour " "Soup?" inquired Muriel, wrinkling her pretty brows. "That's the juice we pour into the cracks of a safe to blow out the lid with," The Hopper elucidated. "Ut's a lot handier ef you've got the combination. Ut usually ain't jes' layin' around." "I should hope not!" exclaimed Muriel.
His eyes flashed eagerly on the instant, and he straightened up as might a man about to engage in some agreeable task. It was the farm of his vision, adjoining his father's, and her own people farmed not a mile away. "We wull be buyun' ut," he said, "though we wull be no tellun' a soul of ut ontul ut's bought an' the money paid down.
"I'm the new leddy scrubwoman, and not afther knowin' th' names av th' tinants," she said, "but av ut's a gir-rul ye're seekin', sure they's two av thim in there, an' both out, I'm thinkin'."
Ut's a puir job thus sea-farmun'. Me managin' un all seas an' weather an' perils o' the deep a shup worth fufty thousand pounds, wuth cargoes ot times worth fufty thousand more a hundred thousand pounds, half a million dollars uz the Yankees say, an' me wuth all the responsubility gettun' a screw o' twenty pounds a month.
A note of Sorrow's own was fetched; and the next instant, with a figure of dignity, the afflicted woman observed: "There's seven bottles of my Porrt, and there's eleven of champagne, and some comut clar't I shall write where ut's to be sent. And, if you please, look to the packing; for bits o' glass and a red stain's not like your precious hope when you're undoin a hamper.
A few minutes later Appleton stamped into the cook-shack. "Did you find him, Daddy?" he asked. The old man shook his head. "He ain't in th' camp," he muttered. "He tuk Jack's gun whilst he slep' an' ut's huntin' he's gone Lard hilp um!" "Where is Bill?" the lumberman inquired. "Av ye're quick, ye may catch um in th' office av ye ain't Oi'm thinkin' ye niver will foind um.
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