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"You'll never get anywhere so long as youse trail with that reform bunch. It's all hot air and tomfool theory. Populism and socialism! Take my wor-rd for it, there's nothin' to 'em." "I'm neither a populist nor a socialist, Mr. O'Brien." "Coorse you're not. I can see that with wan eye shut. That's why I hate to see youse ruin yourself with them that are.
The old man leaned forward upon his crutch, and with pathetic eagerness scanned the face of the younger man. "Me b'y," he said, "av yer plans is changed wor-rd from th' gir-rl, or what not, that'll be takin' ye back to Noo Yor-rk ye'll take me wid ye? "Oi may be a bit owld, but Oi'm as good as iver Oi wuz.
"I suppose you've got the best colonel in the army," he added to the soldier and with a wink at Crittenden. "Yes, sir," said the guileless old Sergeant, quickly, and with perfect seriousness. "We have, sir, and I'm not sayin' a wor-rd against the rest, sir."
Niver a wor-rd from me mouth, Your 'Anner, till I may say me say at your call!" A prolonged, still more deprecatory smile was bestowed by the mayor on the élite among his guests! "I was out of town when I was elected mayor, and they hadn't taken the precaution to measure me for an office room at the city building. I didn't fit anything down there.
Moreover, he was willing his detective bureau should get a jolt from an outsider. It might spur them up in future. "Chief, is there anything you want to say?" Kirby asked. "Not a wor-rd. I'm sittin' in a parquet seat. It's your show, son." Kirby's disarming smile won the Chief's heart. "I want to say now that I've talked with the Chief several times.
The wan ghost of a smile flitted across the impassive face of the big man at the desk. "Let me tell you something, MacMorrogh. If you, or your brother Dan, ever find it necessary to go after Ford, don't give him notice by battering down doors. You won't, I know. But about the contract: you haven't heard from the executive committee?" "Not the half of wan wor-rd."
An' as fer th' tin cup he'd dhrink from a batthered tomaty can or a lady's shlipper, an' rasp th' dhregs from his t'roat wid a cur-rse or a song, as besht fitted th' toime or th' place he was in." The old man began to pour out the liquor: "Say phwin," he cried, "an' Oi've yit to see th' McKim 'twud hurry th' wor-rd."
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