But a gintleman born, I know.

'Tis no tailor, darlin', but tailorin' he'll do as aisy as he'll do a hunderd other things anny day.

But how he shlipped in here, an' when he shlipped in here, an' what's he come for, an' how long he's stayin', an' meanin' well, or doin' ill, I dun'no', darlin', I dun' no'." "I don't think he'll do ill, Mrs.Flynn," said Rosalie, in English.
"An' if ye haven't seen him, how d'ye know ?" asked Mrs.Flynn, taking a pinch of snuff.
"I have seen him--but not in the tailor-shop.

I saw him at Jo Portugais' a fortnight ago." "Aisy, aisy, darlin'.

At Jo Portugais'-- that's a quare place for a stranger.