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'What d'ye suppose he's like, Osman? says wan. 'Oh me, oh my, says th' other, 'but he's th' tur-rble wan. They says his voice is like thunder, an' lightnin' shoots fr'm his eyes that wud shrivel th' likes iv ye an' me to a cinder. But whin Abdul, be damid, as th' potes call him, made th' mistake iv pokin' his head out iv th' palace 'twas diff'rent.
'Now the Divil an' all his angils an' the Firmament av Hiven fly away wid the "Mister," an' the sin av making me swear be on your confession, Dinah Shadd! Privit, I tell ye. Wid Privit Mulvaney's best obedience, that but for me the last time-expired wud be still pullin' hair on their way to the sea. He threw himself back in the chair, chuckled, and was silent. 'Mrs.
The daft loon wud hae bed me promise to merry him that's a'! 'The Lord preserve's! Aff han'? 'There's no tellin what micht hae been i' the heid o' 'im: he didna win sae far as to say that onygait! 'God forbid! exclaimed her father with solemnity, after a short pause. 'I'm thinkin God's forbidden langsyne! rejoined Kirsty. 'What said ye til 'im, lassie?
Drumsheugh was acknowledged as chief mourner by the Glen, and received us at the gate with a labored attempt at everyday manners. "Ye've hed heavy traivellin', a' doot, an' ye 'ill be cauld. It's hard weather for the sheep, an' a'm thinkin' this 'ill be a feeding storm. "There wes nae use trying tae dig oot the front door yestreen, for it wud hae been drifted up again before morning.
"A purty bloomin' mean trick," interrupted the bos'n. "Th' poor divil did have a hard time av it, fer he wasn't a very fierce sort o' chap. He ware a gentil spoken, kind-hearted feller, an' ye know well enough how a man what isn't made of iron wud git along wid Jacobs or his mates. They hazed him terrible; an', as they ware one hundred an' seventy days an' nights to Liverpool, he took the scurvy.
"If yez don't make mate for us, we'll be makin' mate of yerself," Behane threatened. "Somebody must die, an' as well you as another." Johnny Sheehan began to cry. O'Brien listened anxiously. His face was pale. His lips trembled, and at times his whole body shook. "I signed on as cook," Gorman enounced. "An' cook I wud if galley there was. But I'll not lay me hand to murder.
Brian shot him this verra nicht, as they cam' thro' the wud." "By mistake, Mrs. Shairp, by mistake," murmured William Whale. But Hugo lifted his haggard face, which looked very pale in the glow of the firelight. "You can't mean what you are saying," he said, in a hoarse, unnatural voice. "Richard? Richard dead! Oh, it must be impossible!" "True, sir, as gospel," said Mrs.
An' wud ye go back agin?" cried Tim in horror. "Wud he!" said Nora, with ineffable scorn. "Wud a herrin' swim? By coorse he'll go back. An' what's more, ye can sind the money to me an' I'll see that the childer gets the good av it, if I've to wring the neck av that black haythen, Rosenblatt, like a chicken." "You will take the money for my children?" enquired the Russian. "I will that."
We are, too, somewhat overexcited when foreign royalties appear among us. "What wud ye do if ye were a king an' come to this counthry?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "Well," said Mr. Dooley, "there's wan thing I wuddent do. I wuddent r-read th' Declaration iv Independence. I'd be afraid I'd die laughin'."
"'A' prayed last nicht that the Lord wud leave Saunders till the laddies cud dae for themselves, an' thae words came intae ma mind, 'Weepin' may endure for a nicht, but joy cometh in the mornin'." "'The Lord heard ma prayer, and joy hes come in the mornin', an' she gripped the doctor's hand. "'Ye've been the instrument, Doctor MacLure.
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