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allowed appeared arrived Barney Barney's Barton believe better brother called chance Charles coming considerable considered continued Cork course cuzzen daughter dear dinner door dress expect expression eyes Fanny father fear feel felt Garatty girls give Grizzle hands happened hard head hear heart hope hour James Jones Julia keep kind lady less live London look Lord ma'am Mahoney manner matter means mind Miss Misthress morning mother nature never night niver object observation once passed perhaps person poor powers present reason received respecting returned seems seen Shoore sister soon Square Stapleton Street suppose sure tell Temple there's thing thought turn wish yees yer honor young youth
Page 57 - Excise department, he straight resolves on asking the situation for his brother, from Lord Cork — a personage whom he had never seen before ; but who, he was sure, from his title, must be a fellow townsman of his. The interview is in itself a comedy. 'When our adventurer judged that the accident of the ball dress (as related in the last chapter) had sufficiently faded from the recollection of his mistress, he took an opportunity of requesting leave of absence in order to put in force a certain...
Page 66 - Very true, Barney. But how ended your interview ?" ' " Ah ! that's de word shoore enuff, an' not ' retinue,' as I sed awhile agone. Why, ma'am, we had a deal more discourse, an' he axed me a power o' questions, an' I tould him bow I was tuk from home be Mr.
Page 157 - They had not been many days settled in their new abode, before they had noticed and mentioned in the course of conversation, a somewhat remarkable pair, seemingly father and son, who never failed meeting them in their daily walks ; and by a certain air of half consciousness, and more than half inclination, to claim acquaintance, induced the general question, — " 'Who can those two men be ? they know us, I am sure ; and the old man in particular, looks so earnestly at Fanny, that he certainly some...
Page 63 - I tuk heart, sein' he spoke so gentle. " Be this time his mout' was finished, an' de valet began curlin' his hair, givin' us de manes to discoorse moore comfortable." " ' I must hear a little more about you,' ses his lordship, ' before I give you an answer.' " " ' Be all manner o' manes, me Lord Always,' ses I ; ' shoore that's bud fair any way.
Page 161 - You are very good, Sir," Fanny was beginning ; when Mrs. Temple, unable to bear more, exclaimed, " My dear Miss Stapleton, we must hasten home; there is a heavy shower coming on, I am sure." " Bless your heart — no such — no such thing, Ma'am," cried the impenetrable Mr. Barton: but Mrs. Temple persisted in flight, and arrived at home breathless, where throwing herself into a chair, she almost screamed, " Can it be ? Have I actually had such words addressed to me by a smoke dried citizen ! Bless...
Page 60 - Lord ! de vagabond, sweepin' blagguard ! takin' de bread out o' some poor girl of a housemaid's mout', that's wantin' it may be. So just then there comes trow de hall a woman I knoed very well in Cork, by rason of her mother's cousin's sister was a kind of relation to me uncle at Cove's first wife, an' its cook in de family she is ; and, ' Barney Mahoney,' ses she, 'is that you at all at all.' ' " ' Shoore 'tis meself an' none else ;' ses I ;
Page 163 - Then, Ma'am, I— Then, Ma'am, I and Tom — Tom and I — we go into the market, and see if — see if there's — see if there's any think we fancy for dinner ; then we take a stroll ; that's the way we sometimes meets you, Ma'am, and these young ladies, and that fills up till dinner time. Tom ! what's o'clock ?" he inquired, " for my appetite says near three.
Page 62 - tis his teeth he was brushin' ; an" ' Well,' ses he, ' who are you ?' So I tould him my name was Barney Mahoney , a •County Cork man, an' how I'd got a sarvice in London, an' how a brother •o' mine (that's Pathrick you know, ma'am,) not come over yet, was in want of promotion, in regard of a place he'd be gettin" as I hard he might, be a sthroke o' de pen from his lordship, in de Excise. ' "