"But you will plaise not call Miss Cora a _shquaw_ any more.

If ye does, it will be at the imminent risk of havin' this jug smashed over yer head, afther the whisky is all gone, which it very soon will be if a plug isn't put into your mouth." "Nice woman--_much_ good." "You may well say that, Mister Copperskin, and say nothing else.

And it's a fine man is Mister Harvey, barring he runs me purty close once in a while on the moral quishtion.

I'm afeard I shall have to knock under soon.

If I could but slay that thaif of a hunter that has been poking around here, I think I could go the Christian aisy; but whin I thinks of _that_ man, I faals like the divil himself.