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Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent - The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton
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And yet, when we consider that Darby most unquestionably did not only
ornament, but give peculiar point to the opinions expressed by the
tenantry against the Vulture, perhaps we ought to acknowledge that of
the two he possessed a larger share of histrionic talent.

At length M'Clutchy, whose eye, for reasons with which the reader is
already acquainted, was never either a firm or a steady one, removed it
from Darby, who nevertheless followed it with a simple but pertinacious
look, as much as to say, I have told you truth, and am now waiting your
leisure to proceed.

"What do you stare at?" said M'Clutchy, strongly disposed to vent his
malignity on the next object to him; "and, you beggarly scoundrel, what
did you say to that? Tell me, or I'll heave you, head foremost, through
the window?"

"Why," replied Darby, in a quiet, confident, and insinuating tone, "I
raisoned wid them--raisoned wid them like a Christian. 'Now, Sheemus
O'Shaughran,' says I, 'you've said what I know to be a lie. I'm not the
man to put ill between you and his honor, Mr. M'Clutchy, but at the same
time,' says I, 'I'm his sarvint, and as an honest man I must do my duty.
I don't intend to mintion a syllable of what you said this day; but as
his sarvint, and gettin' bread through him, and undher him, I can't, nor
I won't, suffer his honor to be backbitten before his own face--for it's
next to that. Now,' says I, 'be guided by me, and all will be right. In
the first place, you know, he's entitled to _duty-fowl_*--in the next
place, he's entitled to _duty-work_.' 'Ay, the landlord is,' said they,
'but not the Vul----' 'Whisht,' says I, in a friendly whisper, puttin'
my hand across Dan's mouth, an' winkin' both my eyes at him; 'send his
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