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Old Flynn, moving along the verge, became idyllic … Frontispiece
Suspicious of an ill-timed pleasantry
"Take me out of this"
Whizzed like a driven grouse past the combatants
The guard put his hand over his mouth
"And not a brown farthing more would he give"
"I'm dashed if she hasn't got Sullivan's pony"
He crowned the arrangement with the bottle of potheen
A trayful of burning sods of turf
He did not deny himself a most dissolute wink
Maria's performance was faultless
The Modulator opened with a long-drawn and nasal cadenza
"Did ye see the police!"
"Is that my darlin' Major Yeates?" shouted the cook
"I will walk—I should really prefer it"
Flurry and I put in a blazing September day on the mountain
Braney's Lake
An intricate and variously moving tide of people
"Them hounds are in my family, seed and breed, this hundred years"
"I'll go bail 'twas him that picked me wife's fashionable cocks"