The Ned M'Keown Stories - Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of - William Carleton, Volume Three by William Carleton
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sat in astonishment, with the pipe in his hand, which he had, in the
surprise of the moment, taken from his mouth, his eyes fixed upon the stranger, and his mouth open. The latter noticed him, and stretching over the heads of the circle, tapped him on the shoulder with his whip:-- "I have a few words to say to you, sir," he said. "To me, your honor!" exclaimed Ned, without stirring, however. "Yes," replied the other, "but you seem to be fastened to your seat: come this way." "By all manner of manes, sir," said Ned, starting up, and going over to the dresser, against which the stranger stood. When the latter had got him there, he very coolly walked up, and secured Ned's comfortable seat on the hob, at the same time observing-- "You hadn't the manners to ask me to sit down; but I always make it a point of conscience to take care of myself, landlord." There was not a man about the fire who did not stand up, as if struck with a sudden recollection, and offer him a seat. "No," said he, "thank you, my good fellows, I am very well as it is: I suppose, mistress, you are the landlady," addressing Nancy; "if you be, I'll thank you to bring me a gill of your best whiskey,--your best, mind. Let it be as strong as an evil spirit let loose, and as hot as fire; for it can't be a jot too ardent such a night as this, for a being |
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