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Whilst O'Finigan was thus dealing out the king's English with such
complacent volubility--a volubility that was deeply indebted to the
liquor he had taken--the following dialogue took place in a cautious
under-tone between Batt Hogan and Teddy.
"So Hycy the sportheen is to be up here to-night?"
"Shiss."
"B--t your shiss! can't you spake like a Christian?"
"No, I won't," replied the other, angrily; "I'll spake as I likes."
"What brings him up, do you know?"
"Bekaise he's goin' to thry his misfortune upon _her_ here," he replied,
pointing to the still. "_You'll_ have a good job of her, fwhedher or
no."
"Why, will he want a new one, do you think?"
"Shiss, to be sure--would ye tink I'd begin to _run_ (* A slang phrase
for distilling) for him on dis ould skillet? an' be de token moreover,
dat wouldn't be afther puttin' nothin' in your pockets--hee! hee! hee!"
"Well, all that's right--don't work for him widout a new one complate,
Teddy--Still, Head, and Worm."
"Shiss, I tell you to be sure I won't--he thried her afore, though."
"Nonsense!--no he didn't."
"Ah, ha! ay dhin--an' she milked well too--a good cow--a brave
_cheehony_ she was for him."
"An' why did he give it up?"
"Fwhy--fwhy, afeard he'd be diskivered, to be sure; an' dhin shure he
couldn't hunt wid de _dinnaousais_--wid de gentlemans.
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