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Sturk thought he heard Toole's well-known, brisk voice, under his windows, exclaim, 'What is the dirty beggar doing there? faugh! he smells all over like carrion ha, ha ha! and looking out, in his dream, from his drawing-room window, he saw a squalid mendicant begging alms at his hall-door. 'Hollo, you, Sir; what do want there? cried the surgeon, with a sort of unaccountable antipathy and fear.
But the sequel was that E.T. said, "Although me and her Majesty have had a little difference, I think on the whole I may propose the Queen!" Fool is he who neglects his Sovereign, and gets in exchange Sovereign contempt. Such was Toole's observation.
It was only, however, for the coach; and having satisfied herself it was at hand, she said 'We'll have some minutes quite private, if you please 'tisn't my affair, you know, but yours, said the weird woman. There had been ample time for the arrangement of Toole's ambuscade. Now was the moment. The crisis was upon her. But poor Mrs.
It was a great relief to poor Mrs. Mack, that she actually saw Biddy at that moment run across the street toward Toole's hall-door, and she quickly averted her conscious glance from the light-heeled handmaid. 'Pray take a chair, Ma'am, said Mrs. Mack, with a pallid face and a low courtesy.
'I've taken tickets for Toole's Theatre on Monday night. You must both come. You can, can't you? Mumford and his wife glanced at each other. Yes, they could go; it was very kind of Miss Derrick; but 'That's all right, it'll be jolly. The idea struck me in the train, as I was going up; so I took a cab from Victoria and booked the places first thing.
He was barely in time, and Mary Matchwell, baffled and pale, confronted the doctor, with the devil gleaming from her face. 'Who are you, man, that dare shut my own door in my face? said the beldame. 'Toole's my name, Madam, said the little doctor, with a lofty look and a bow. 'I have the honour to attend here in a professional capacity.
His elevation from the dump-cart of the street cleaning department to the high office of Keeper of the Water Goats was one that Dugan believed would give general satisfaction. When the goats arrived in Jeffersonville the two heavy crates were hauled to Alderman Toole's back yard to await the opening of the park, and there Mayor Dugan and Goat Keeper Fagan came to inspect them.
Would anny one," he said with exasperation, "would anny one that got a plain order for goats ixpict t' have t' furnish goats that would hop up off th' earth an' make a balloon ascension? 'Tis no fault of Dennis Toole's thim goats won't swim. What will Mike be telegraphin' me nixt, I wonder? 'Dear Dennis: Th' goats won't lay eggs.
Dillon took leave, and his fiery steeds, whirling him onward, devoured, with their resounding hoofs, the road to Dublin, where he had mentally devoted Toole's two guineas to the pagan divinities whose worship was nightly celebrated at the old St. Columbkill.
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