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'Sitha, said he softly, 'thot's better than owt, for a mon can bash t' faace wi' thot, an', if he divn't, he can breeak t' forearm o' t' gaard. Tis not i' t' books, though. Gie me t' butt. 'Each does ut his own way, like makin' love, said Mulvaney quietly; 'the butt or the bay'nit or the bullet accordin' to the natur' av the man.
"Ephie," said the young Irishman soberly, "you and Oi are a little too suddin in making back talk to thim kind av crathers. Shtill Oi can't blame yez, my bhoy." "Don't yeou tell Frank nuthin' abaout it, Barney," entreated Gallup. "I wouldn't have him find aout for anything." "Thot's the bad part av it, Gallup thot's kaping a secret from Frankie.
Casin himself received the checks, and Frank observed a slight expression of surprise on his face as he noted the sums for which they were drawn. "Ten thousand dollars each," he said. "Is that right?" "Yes, sor," answered Barney, "thot's right, sor. It's within two hundrid av all Oi have in the Phœnix Bank.
"We're strangers and perhaps you don't like us very much, and you feel that singing for us would be like singing the Lord's song in a strange country; you feel as if it would be profanation a kind of disloyalty." "Thot's it. Thot's it." Never had he been so well interpreted. "It's that and it's because you miss him so awfully."
What coom to t' three hundred and fifty rupees? Thot's what I can scarcelins tell yo', but we melted it we melted it. It was share an' share alike, for Mulvaney said: "If Learoyd got hold of Mrs. DeSussa first, sure, 'twas I that remimbered the Sargint's dog just in the nick av time, an' Orth'ris was the artist av janius that made a work av art out av that ugly piece av ill-nature.
"I wouldn', look yo, nat ef I wuss yo, Miss Olice. I wouldn' gaw to 'im in t' mistal all amoong t' doong. Yo'll sha-ame 'im, and yo'll do nowt wi' Jimmy ef 'e's sha-amed." "Leave it, Ally. We can come another day," said Gwenda. "Thot's it," said Mrs. Gale. "Coom another daay." And as they turned away Jim's voice thundered after them from his stronghold in the mistal.
She come to an' writ thot letter to Neale thin she doied!" "My Gawd! Casey, yez ain't meanin' ut!" ejaculated McDermott, aghast. Casey nodded grimly, and then he knelt to listen at Stanton's breast. "Stone dead now thot's shure."
"Did yez notice, ma'am, if she touched wood whin she said it?" asked Maggie. "I didn't notice." "Thot's it, thot's it," declared the maid, with conviction. "Oi'm not superstitious, but Oi nivver brag about mesilf thot Oi don't touch wood. Mark me worruds, whin a person boasts and fergits to touch wood, something happens to thot person. I nivver knew it to fail."
We looked at each other, smiled, and said no more on the subject. "Your name is Anna, I believe?" said I, as I stepped to the kitchen-door, a couple of hours afterwards. "Thot's me name," replied the new domestic. "I will send home a loin of veal and some green peas," said I. "They are for dinner, which must be ready at two o'clock. You know how to roast a piece of veal, I presume?"
Seems there was some rumpus aboot th' old Rhamda Avec, which same Oi always kept away from him as was goin' to prove th' spirits! Annyhow, we was guardin' th' temple awaitin' th' spook as was promised. An' thot's how we got th' ould doc. "But th' Rhamdas niver saw him. Th' Senestro double-crossed 'em, an' slipped th' doctor oop to th' Palace av Light." "The Palace of what?"
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