Stories by English Authors: Ireland by Unknown
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now,' says he; 'you gommoch,' says he, 'sure I told you before
that's France--and, sure, they're all furriners there,' says the captain. "'Well, says I, 'and how do you know but I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim?' "'What do you mane?' says he. "'I mane,' says I, 'what I towld you, that I'm as good a furriner myself as any o thim.' "'Make me sinsible,' says he. "'By dad, maybe that's more nor me, or greater nor me, could do,' says I; and we all began to laugh at him, for I thought I would pay him off for his bit o' consait about the Garmant Oceant. "'Lave off your humbuggin',' says he, 'I bid you, and tell me what it is you mane at all at all.' "'Parly voo frongsay?' says I. "'Oh, your humble sarvant,' says he; 'why, by gor, you're a scholar, Paddy.' "'Thruth, you may say that,' says I. "'Why, you're a clever fellow, Paddy,' says the captain, jeerin' like. |
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