I lost the ball by it. Oh, ho, wirresthrue! poor
Hyacinth O'Flaherty!' and thereupon he wept.
'You thee, Lieutenant O'Flaherty,' lisped Puddock, growing impatient,
'we can't say how soon Mr. Nutter's friend may apply for an interview,
and--a--I must confeth I don't yet quite understand the point of
difference between you and him, and therefore--'
'A where the devil's that blackguard little French wazel gone to?'
exclaimed O'Flaherty, for the first time perceiving that his captive had
escaped. 'Kokang Modate! Do you hear me, Kokang Modate!' he shouted.
'But really, Sir, you must be so good as to place before me, before me,
Sir, clearly, the--the cause of this unhappy dispute, the exact offenth,
Thir, for otherwithe--'
'Cause, to be sure! and plenty iv cause. I never fought a jewel yet,
Puddock, my friend--and this will be the ninth--without cause. They
said, I'm tould, in Cork, I was quarrelsome; they lied; I'm not
quarrelsome; I only want pace, and quiet, and justice; I hate a
quarrelsome man. I tell you, Puddock, if I only knew where to find a
quarrelsome man, be the powers I'd go fifty miles out of my way to pull
him be the nose.
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