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Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan, 1814-1873

"The House by the Church-Yard"

They lied, Puddock, my dear boy, an' I'd give twenty
pounds this minute I had them on this flure, to tell them how _damnably_
they lied!'
'No doubt, Thir,' said Puddock, 'but if you pleathe I really mutht have
a dithtinct answer to my--'
'Get out o' that, Sorr,' thundered O'Flaherty, with an awful stamp on
the floor, as the 'coquin maudit,' O'Flaherty's only bit of French, such
as it was, in obedience to that form of invocation, appeared nervously
at the threshold, 'or I'll fling the contints of the r-r-oo-oo-oom at
your head, (exit Monsieur, again). Be gannies! if I thought it was he
that done it, I'd jirk his old bones through the top of the window. Will
I call him back and give him his desarts, will I, Puddock! Oh, ho, hone!
my darlin' Puddock, everything turns agin me; what'll I do, Puddock,
jewel, or what's to become o' me?' and he shed some more tears, and
drank off the greater part of the beverage which he had prepared for
Puddock.
'I believe, Sir, that this is the sixth time I've ventured to ask a
distinct statement from your lips, of the cauthe of your dithagreement
with Mr. Nutter, which I plainly tell you, Thir, I don't at prethent
underthtand, said Puddock, loftily and firmly enough.


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