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"You will pay for that," said the girl to the sentry, with quick anger. "Do you love me, Irishman?" she added, to McGilveray. "I do aw, wurra, wurra, I do!" said McGilveray. "Then you come and get me by ze front door of ze city," said she, and a couple of quick strokes sent her canoe out into the dusky middle of the stream; and she was soon lost to view. "Aw, the loike o' that!
'Tis a sorry counthry an' fit f'r no woman, but whin Terence must come on some mysterious business av th' government, an' niver, till this minute, accushla, do I know whut it is, a cryin' shame 'tis, too, wid me, his devoted wife! I must come along or die. Wurra! Many's th' time I thought I'd do th' thrick here!
I'm bitten in siventane different places intoirely! Wurra! wurra! Musha! musha! Th' bed is full av crawling crathers!" "Cendibedes!" howled Hans. "Cintipades!" shrieked Barney. Out of the beds they scrambled in hot haste, and to each one six or eight of the crawfish were clinging. "Wao-w!" roared Hans. "Whoop!" bellowed Barney. "I peen kilt alretty yet!" shrieked the Dutch boy.
WURRA WURRA WURRA WUR-AW-AW-AW!!! In about two minutes The Count Hogginarmo was GOBBLED UP by those lions, bones, boots, and all, and There was an End of him. At this, the King said, 'Serve him right, the rebellious ruffian! And now, as those lions won't eat that young woman 'Let her off! let her off! cried the crowd. 'NO! roared the King.
Towards morning her eyes opened, and she shivered greatly. "It's bither cold," she said. "You'll put more wood on the fire, Tim, for the babe must be kept warrum." She thought she was at Malahide. "Oh, wurra, wurra, but 'tis freezin'!" she said again. "Why d'ye kape the door opin whin the child's perishin'?" Macavoy sat looking at her, his trouble shaking him.
Then there had been weeks of a wurra wurra of hopes and fears and little stratagems which as often as not proved injudicious, and then somehow or other in the end, there lay the young man bound and with an arrow through his heart at her daughter's feet. It seemed to her to be all a fluke which she could have little or no hope of repeating.
It was off'm Cousin Tim we got it." "That miscreant in the shed there?" asks the Lieutenant. "Him?" says Maggie. "Lord love ye, no. That's only Schwartzenberger, from the slaughter-house. And please, Mister, it'll be gone the mornin' ivry bit gone." "Oh, will it!" says Cecil sarcastic. "But you'll be in prison first." "Wurra! Wurra!" moans the fat female. "Save us, Maggie!
"Oh, not much," smiled Frank, who did not believe in letting the entire gathering know exactly what had happened and what was going to take place. "He informed me that Bascomb demands an apology. Of course, I did not apologize, which may lead Bascomb to challenge me." "An' he didn't challenge yez alridy? Wurra! wurra! Oi thought there moight be a foight on hand, so Oi did."
"Caramighty in a tap wurra all dis my tomach bruise home to my backbone like one pancake;" and, while the short fierce bark of the noble dog was blended with the agonized cry of the gatto del monte, the shrill treble of the poor porkers rose high above both, and mulo was galloping through the village with the post after him, like a dog with a pan at his tail, making the most unearthly noises; for it was neither bray nor neigh.
'Aw wirra wurra, if Tom'd only git a wife now." She wrung her hands and imitated old Granny Teeter's wail to perfection. "'Sure an' he nades a wife to tind to the chickens an' the pigs an' the turkeys the contrary little bastes that'll niver be stayin' at home, at all at all." The young men laughed, and John Coulson looked admiringly at her.
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