Well, my rantin' Cannie Soogah, how are you ?" "Faith, your honor, I'm jist betwixt and between, as they say--naither betther nor worse, but mixed middlin', like the praties in harvest.
However, it's good to be any way at all in these times; so thank God my head's on my body still." "Cannie," said Fergus, "we were just-talking of Buck English.

Mr.Purcel here-says that there's some mystery about him; for nobody knows how he lives, and every one almost is afraid of him.

My Father, however, denies that every one is afraid of him." "Buck English!" exclaimed the pedlar.

"Mr.O'Driscol, darlin', what did your honor say about him ?" "Why, I--I--a-hem--I wished to have the pleasure, Cannie, of--of--shaking hands, with the honest fellow; was not that it, Alick ?" "Hands, or thumbs, or something that way," replied Alick; "threatening him, as it were." "Shaking hands, upon honor, Alick--thumb to thumb, you know." "Well, Mr.O'Driscol, you're well known! to have more o' the divil than the man in you--beggin' your pardon, sir, for the freedoms, I'm takin'-- but it's all for your own good I'm doin' it.

Have you e're a mouse-hole about your place, sir ?" "A-hem! Why, Cannie," asked O'Driscol, with an expression of strong alarm in his face--"why do you ask so--so--singular a question as that ?" "Bekaise, sir, sooner than you should breathe--mind, breathe's the word--one syllable against Buck English, I'd recommend you to go into the mouse-hole I spoke of, and never show your face out of it agin.
I--an' everybody knows me, an' likes me, too, I hope--I meek--hem! throth I do make it a point never to name him at all, barrin' when I can't help it.