Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver; The Geography Of An Irish Oath; The Lianhan Shee - Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of - William Carleton, Volume Three by William Carleton
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with the intuitive quickness of perception peculiar to Irishmen, "an
innocenter boy than Andy Connell never was sent acrass the water. I proved as clear an alibi for him as the sun in the firmanent; an' yit, bad luck to the big-wig O'Grady, he should be puttin' in his leek an me afore the jury, jist whin I had the poor boy cleared out dacently, an' wid all honor. An' bedad, now, that we're spakin about it, I'll tell your honor the whole conclusions of it. You see, sir, the Agint was shot one night; an' above all nights in the year, your honor, a thief of a toothache that I had kep me"-- "Pether, come away, abouchal: his honor kaows as much about it as you do, Come, aroon; you know we must help to scald an' scrape the pig afore night, an' it's late now." "Bodad, sir, she's a sweet one, this." "Be guided by her, Peter, if you're wise, she's a wife you ought to be proud of." "Thrue for you, sir; divil resave the word o' lie in that, any how. Come, Ellish; come, you deludher, I'm wid you." "God bless your honor, sir, an' we're ob'laged to you for you kindness an' patience wid the likes o' us." "I say ditto, your honor. Long life an' glory to you every day your honor rises!" Peter, on his way home, entered into a defence of his apology for offering so high a rent to the landlord; but although it possessed both |
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