We'll be even with him." "Where has he gone now ?" said I.
"Away home with his girl, who's as bad as himself.

Sure, you saw her coquetting with the young dandy just now.

He's in the very middle of the nest of vipers that are plotting to grind the life out of Ireland.
Maybe," said he, stopping suddenly and looking hard at me, "you're one of that same nest yourself ?" "God forbid!" said I; "I love Ireland." "That's good hearing.

You're one of us ?" "Of the friends of my country, yes." "A sworn friend ?" "I was sworn, yes," said I, determined at all cost to hear more of the business.
"Come this afternoon to the printer's house in Marquis Street; you'll hear more of Gorman then, maybe.

_Pikes and hemp_ is the word.