'
'Why, why curse it, it's _not_, 'tisn't----'
'There was a long pause, and O'Flaherty stared a very frightened and
hideous stare at the proprietor of the red quarto.
'Not _what_, Thir?' demanded Puddock, briskly, but plainly disconcerted.
'Not anything--anything _bad_--or, or--there's no use in purtendin',
Puddock,' he resumed, turning quite yellow. 'I see, Sir, I see by your
looks, it's what you think, I'm poisoned!'
'I--I--do _not_, Thir, think you're poisoned,' he replied indignantly,
but with some flurry; 'that is, there's a great deal in it that could
not pothibly do you harm--there's only one ingredient, yes--or, or, yes,
perhapth three, but thertainly no more, that I don't quite know about,
depend upon it, 'tis nothing--a--nothing--a--seriouthly--a--But why, my
dear Thir, why on earth did you violate the thimple directions--why did
you thwallow a particle of it?'
'Och, why did I let it into my mouth at all--the divil go with it!'
retorted poor O'Flaherty; 'an' wasn't I the born eediot to put them
devil's dumplins inside my mouth? but I did not know what I was
doin'--no more I didn't.
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