The old Prophet hoaxed me cursedly to-night.

It was arranged between us that he should carry off Sullivan's handsome daughter for me--and what does the mercenary old scoundrel do but put his own in her place, with a view of imposing her on me." "Faith, an' of the two she is thought to be the finest an' handsomest girl; but, my God! how could he do what you say, an' his daughter sick o' the typhus ?" "There's some d--d puzzle about it, I grant--he seemed puzzled--his daughter-seemed sick, sure enough--and I am sick.

Hanlon, I fear I've caught the typhus from her--I can think of nothing else." "Go to bed, sir; I tould you as you went out that you had taken rather too much.

You've been disappointed, an' you're vexed;--that's what ails you; but go to bed, an' you'll sleep it off." "Yes, I must.

In a day or two it's arranged that I and Travers are to settle about the leases, and I must meet that worthy gentleman with a clear head." "Is Darby Skinadre, sir, to have Dalton's farm ?" "Why, I've pocketed a hundred of his money for it, an' I think he ought.
However, all this part of the property is out of lease, and you know we can neither do nor say anything till we get the new leases." "Oh, yes, you can, sir," replied Hanlon, laughing; "it's clear you can _do_ at any rate." "How is that?
What do you grin at, confound you ?" "You can take the money, sir; that's what I mane by _doin'_ him.