'How did I come?' said Mulvaney, with a scornful grunt; 'bekase I'm
turned durin' the Quane's pleasure to a lump av wood, lookin' out
straight forninst me, wid a--a--candelabbrum in my hand, for you to pick
your cards out av, must I not see nor feel? Av coorse I du! Up my back,
an' in my boots, an' in the short hair av the neck--that's where I kape
my eyes whin I'm on duty an' the reg'lar wans are fixed. Know! Take
my word for it, Sorr, ivrything an' a great dale more is known in a
rig'mint; or fwhat wud be the use av a Mess Sargint, or a Sargint's wife
doin' wet-nurse to the Major's baby? To reshume. He was a bad dhrill was
this Capt'n--a rotten bad dhrill--an' whin first I ran me eye over
him, I sez to myself: “My Militia bantam!” I sez, “My cock av a Gosport
dunghill”--'twas from Portsmouth he came to us--“there's combs to be
cut,” sez I, “an' by the grace av God, 'tis Terence Mulvaney will cut
thim.”
'So he wint menowderin', and minanderin', an' blandandherin' roun' an'
about the Colonel's daughter, an' she, poor innocint, lookin' at him
like a Comm'ssariat bullock looks at the Comp'ny cook. He'd a dhirty
little scrub av a black moustache, an' he twisted an' turned ivry wurrd
he used as av he found ut too sweet for to spit out. Eyah! He was a
tricky man an' a liar by natur'. Some are born so. He was wan. I knew he
was over his belt in money borrowed from natives; besides a lot av other
matthers which, in regard for your presince, Sorr, I will oblitherate.
A little av fwhat I knew, the Colonel knew, for he wud have none av him,
an' that, I'm thinkin', by fwhat happened aftherwards, the Capt'n knew.
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