The Dead Boxer - The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton
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understood from those members of the corporation who waited on him,
that Lamh Laudher was the challenger, the livid fire of mingled rage and triumph which blazed in his large bloodshot eyes absolutely frightened the worthy burghers. "I'm glad of that," said he--"here, Joe, I desire you to go and get a coffin made, six feet long and properly wide--we will give him room enough; tehee! tehee! tehee!--ah! tehee! tehee! tehee! I'm glad, gentlemen. Herr! agh! tehee! tehee! I'm glad, I'm glad." In this manner did he indulge in the wild and uncouth glee of a savage as ferocious as he was powerful. "We have a quare proverb here, Misther Black," said one of the worthy burghers, "that, be my sowl, may be you never heard!" "Tehee! tehee! agh! What is that?" said the Boxer, showing his white teeth and blubber lips in a furious grin, whilst the eyes which he fastened on the poor burgher blazed up once more, as if he was about to annihilate him. "What is it, sar?" "Faith," said the burgher, making towards the door, "I'll tell you that when I'm the safe side o' the room--devil a ha'porth bar-rin' that neither you nor any man ought to reckon your chickens before they are hatched. Make money of that;" and after having discharged this pleasantry at the black, the worthy burgher made a hasty exit down stairs, followed at a more dignified pace by his companions. |
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