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I'm settin' in the palace with me feet on th' pianny. Write soon. I won't get it. So no more at prisint, fr'm ye'er ol' frind an' well-wisher, George Dooley. "How ar-re they goin' to stop him? How ar-re they goin' to stop him? There's Mack on th' shore bawlin' ordhers. 'Come back, he says. 'Come back, I command ye, he says. 'George, come back, he says. 'Th' war is over, he says.
"They've spoke sharp words in me teeth," he continued, "and they'll pay for it. Bounce! sweat! brag! wind! is it? There's dancin' beyant this night, me darlins!" "Are you sure you'll not run away when they come on?" said Pierre, a little ironically. "Is that the word av a frind?" replied Macavoy, a hand fumbling in his hair. "Did you never run away when faced?" Pierre asked pitilessly.
He little doubted that, even should she be French or Spanish, on their giving an account of their escape from the pirates, they would be treated with humanity. He accordingly steered towards her. "Hurrah!" cried Dan. "She's a frind, she's a frind for, there, up goes the English flag."
I wondher will they put him away if he don't pay ivinchooly? 'Twill be a long sentence. A frind iv mine wanst got full iv kerosene an' attempted to juggle a polisman. They thried him whin he come out iv th' emergency hospital an' fined him a hundhred dollars. He didn't happen to have that amount with him at th' moment or at anny moment since th' day he was born.
But Sinitor Tillman, who is a gr-reat frind iv th' canary bur-rd an' is niver seen without wan perched on his wrist, which he has taught to swear, put up a gallant fight f'r his protegees, an' thousands iv canary bur-rds sang with a lighter heart that night. Canary bur-rd seed will be very cheap this year, an' anny American wurrukin' man needn't go to bed hungry.
"I wint out to take th' air, an' I met me frind Clohessy, th' little tailor fr'm Halsted Sthreet. Him an' me had a shell iv beer together at th' German's; an' says I, 'What d'ye think iv th' heroes? I says.
'O'Shaughnessy agin th' warld, an' the warld agin th' Divil!" which was received with a cheer from the Corkonians. "Av yer Honor," insinuated Dan, "wud attind to this poor man, we'd be proud to diskiver the frind you're in sarch of." Blecker glanced at the stout Irishmen about him, with kind faces under all the whiskey, and stronger arms than his own." "I will, boys.
Is that his frind, Pat?" "Didn't I tell ye, Joe, he hates Ussher a d d sight worse nor you or I; there's little need to say anything to him about that." "Why wouldn't he join us then?
'I don't object t' th' plain or crude flea comin' in free, says he, 'for there be need of thim, as me frind from th' West says. What amusement would th' dogs of th' nation have but for th' flea? says he. 'But I am thinkin' of th' sivinty-three theayters on an' off Broadway, says he.
But mind, divil a penny of rint 'll ever go to Ballycloran agin from Drumleesh; for the matter's up now; you're either our frind or our inimy. But if, Mr.
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