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"No, sor, he didn't he said that some feller had took it on loan, like, though I calls it stalin' but he didn't say who." "And have you had no tussle with your conscience, Flinders, about this business?" The Irishman's face wrinkled up into an expression of intense amusement at this question. "It's jokin' ye are, Muster Gashford.
I don't mean speakin', but the look he's got, just the same when he's laughin' and jokin' and all. It's the look he's got, don't you notice, someway?" "It's that foot o' his, I reckon. Pains him prob'ly. The mess he's left things.... He'd ought to have a fulldressuit of his own, 'stead o' borrowin' that fat O'Neill's." "Mommer, if he had one, somebody 'd ask it off him.
"You lie, I say, your faction never was able to fight ours; didn't we lick all your dirty breed in Builagh-battha fair?" "Silence there." "Will you meet us on Sathurday, and we'll fight it out clane!" "Ha-ha-ha! Tim, but you got a big fright, any how: whist, ma bouchal, sure I was only jokin' you; and sorry I'd be to bate your father's son, Tim. Come over, and sit beside myself at the fire here.
"Come, Mr Middlecoat!" protested the auctioneer, after another glance at Mr Baker. "Indeed, sir, you will not drive me to believe as you're jokin'?" Mr Middlecoat, whose gaze had rested on Mr Baker, faced about, and, looking down the table, caught the eye of one of his supporters, who nodded. "Three-seven-five!" called out the supporter. "Four hundred!" Mr Middlecoat promptly capped the bid.
There's not an ounce av tinder mercy in their black hearts; yez may swear till that, from the way this eel-skin cuts." "I wonder, Murt," said Raoul, speaking from sheer recklessness, "if Saint Patrick couldn't help us a bit. You have him round your neck, haven't you?" "Be the powers, Rowl! though ye be only jokin', I've a good mind to thry his holiness upon thim.
You look as solemn as a hearse." "None o' your jokin' now, Miss Sally; there is such a thing as serious things in this 'ere world of our'n, for all you girls never seems to know it." "What is the matter, Aunt Roxy? has anything happened? is anything the matter with Mara?" "Matter enough. I've known it a long time," said Miss Roxy.
I remember what ye sayed afore; but I thort ye wur only jokin'." "I was in earnest then, Hickman Holt; and I'm still more in earnest now. I want a wife, and I think Marian would suit me admirably. I suppose you know that the saints have moved off from Illinois, and are now located beyond the Rocky Mountains?" "I've heern somethin' o't."
Flushing deeply and casting a glance of anger at Maxwell, the young Irishman crushed down his feelings and said "Sure, I'm only jokin'. Put on the dress Mister Baldwin av ye plaze." A diver, like a too high-bred lady, cannot well dress himself. He requires two assistants. Rooney Machowl sat down on the plank beside Maxwell, who was busy taking off his dress, and acted according to orders.
"What'r given us?" "Git out " "You ain't got no aut'mobile," chorused the crowd. "Mebbe I haven't; but if you fellows know an aut'mobile from a hay rake, you might take a look in my big barn an' let me know what you see." "Say, Joe, you're jokin', hev you really got one?" "You can look for yourselves." "I saw one go through here 'bout six o'clock," interrupted a new-comer.
'Ar-re these th' holy bonds iv mathrimony? he says; f'r he is a wild divvle, an' ye can't stop his jokin', avin on solemn occasions. "Th' soggarth comes in afther a while, carryin' a goold prayer-book, th' gift iv th' Rothscheelds, an' stands behind a small but vallyable pree Doo.
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