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"Nivir a word truer by song or by book, and stand by the text, say I. For Papist I am, and Papist are you; and the imps from below in y'r fingers whip poker is the game; and outlaws as they call us both you for what it doesn't concern me, and I for a wild night in ould Donegal but Pagan, wurra! whin shall it be, Pierre?" "When shall it to be?" "True for you.
Let them both come on, then!" And opening a grating of the box, he jumped lightly down into the circus. 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 "
'Mother! I heard him say, 'Mother! an' that's all I heard him say and the mother waitin' away aff there by the Liffey soide. Aw, wurra, wurra, the b'ys go down to battle and the mothers wait at home! Some of the b'ys come back, but the most of thim shtay where the battle laves 'em. Wurra, wurra, many's the b'y wint down that day by Alma River, an' niver come back!
"Oh, well, sir, if you go on, o' course I must follow, and look arter you; but I don't like it. The place looks treacherous. Ugh! Wurra! Wurra! Wurra!"
Gray, trying to make out the meaning of her sobbing explanation. "Just here, sir, on the hall table. Oh, the darling child, whatever has come to him?" "Oh, wurra! wurra!" chimed in Marianne. "He been and got took away by wicked people, perhaps. Well niver get him back, niver!" "The hall table? Then he must have passed out this way.
"Nivir a word truer by song or by book, and stand by the text, say I. For Papist I am, and Papist are you; and the imps from below in y'r fingers whip poker is the game; and outlaws as they call us both you for what it doesn't concern me, and I for a wild night in ould Donegal but Pagan, wurra! whin shall it be, Pierre?" "When shall it to be?" "True for you.
Her companion, a tall, fair-haired woman with pale eyes, light as the grey-green sheen sometimes seen on the waters before a storm, was reclining in tired idleness beside her. This woman had not spoken to Maren, but her cold eyes followed her now with an odd persistence. "Or is it too wild and sad? If it gives ye pain, don't say a word, though, wurra! 'tis woild I am to hear!"
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