THE BRASS BOWL
"Well, well?" he demanded with that impatience characteristic of the illiterate for modern methods of communication. "Pwhat the divvle ails ye?"
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"Rayspicts to ye, ma'am, and 'tis sorry I am I didn't know 'twas a leddy."
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"He's not."
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"Wan o'clock, there or thereabouts."
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"Faith and he didn't say."
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"Pwhat name will I be tellin' him?"
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"Kape ut to yersilf, thin. 'Tis none of me business."
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"If ye do, I'll not answer. Sure, am I to be climbin' two flights av sthairs iv'ry foive minits"
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"Good-by yersilf," hanging up the receiver. "And the divvle fly away wid ye," grumbled O'Hagan.
As he turned away from the instrument Maitland
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