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In the dim twilight he descried, as the sentinel turned, no other than Tim's father. Job stole up to him, caught him before he cried "Halt!" and said: "For Tim's sake, Mr. Rooney, let me through the lines. We will starve in there!" "Job, me boy, is that ye!" whispered the guard. "Hiven bless ye! I wish I could let yez t'rough, but by the saints I can't!
For the Mercy av Hiven, let me look! I had been so tuk up wid gettin' him out av the dust and thinkin' of Dinah that 1 had not kept my eyes about me. There was a woman ridin' a little behind av us, an', talkin' ut over wid Dinah aftherwards, that same woman must ha' rid not far on the Jumrood road. Dinah said that she had been hoverin' like a kite on the left flank av the column.
"Now the Divil an' all his angils an' the Firmament av Hiven fly away wid the 'Mister, an' the sin av makin' 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.
If Clancy gets home an' finds his wife's rayturned fr'm th' seaside or th' stock yards, or whereiver'tis she's spint her vacation, they'se no r-rest f'r him in th' mornin'. His head may sound in his ears like a automobill an' th' look iv an egg may make his knees thremble, but he's got to be off to th' blacksmith shop, an' hiven help his helper that mornin'. So Clancy's gettin' r-rich an' puttin' a coopoly on his house."
Mary Ellen, supported by her broom, stared out of the window. "For th' love of Hiven!" she ejaculated. "If that ain't a sight now! Byes, it's Mr. Pegg's own father come home from somewheres in th' Indies. Their cook was tellin' me of the time they have wid him. He's a bit light-headed, y'see, an' has all his meals in his own room th' quarest dishes iver an' a starlin' for a pet, mind ye."
Angels av Hiven, if it isn't the same the ol' Gineral was showin' me in the parly." The other sat up suddenly, her white shoulders and rounded throat gleaming. "The old General, you said? What General? When was he here?" "Shure now, be aisy, honey, an' Oi 'll tell ye all there is to it. It's not his name Oi know; maybe Oi niver heard till av it, but 'twas the 'Gineral' they called him, all right.
Ye put me in mind of a wizened old man that sat all day makin' shoes in Killarney, all savin' the fringe he had on his chin." "A soldier must be dignified," I answered. "The saints bar that wurrd from hiven," said Terence, trying to pronounce it. "Come, we'll go to mass, or me mother will be visitin' me this night."
"He always brings a big train of Bhuttias with him, eighty swordsmen as an escort to the small army of coolies necessary to carry a hundred thousand silver rupees in boxes over the Himalayan passes. I like to give them the flesh of a few sambhur stags as a treat," said the Colonel. "Hiven hilp ye av ye bring any sambhur flesh to the Mess, Wargrave," said Burke.
An' what am I? Oh, Mary Mother av Hiven, an ould dhrunken, untrustable baste av a privit that has seen the reg'ment change out from colonel to drummer-boy, not wanst or twice, but scores av times! Ay, scores! An' me not so near gettin' promotion as in the first!
Keep your ward workers busy, but don't expect them to win." He leaned forward and brought his fist down heavily on the desk. "We've got to smash Farnum discredit him with the bunch of sheep who are following him." "What more do youse want? We're callin' him ivery black name under Hiven." Merrill shook his head decisively. "Not enough. Prove something. Catch him with the goods."
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