Ortheris shot out the red-hot dottel of his pipe on the back of the
hairy fist. 'They say 'Ell's 'otter than that,' said he, as Mulvaney
swore aloud. 'You be warned so. Look yonder!'--he pointed across the
river to a ruined temple--'Me an' you an' _'im'_--he indicated me by
a jerk of his head--'was there one day when Hi made a bloomin' show o'
myself. You an' 'im stopped me doin' such--an' Hi was on'y wishful for
to desert. You are makin' a bigger bloomin' show o' yourself now.'
'Don't mind him, Mulvaney,' I said; 'Dinah Shadd won't let you hang
yourself yet awhile, and you don't intend to try it either. Let's hear
about the Tyrone and O'Hara. Rafferty shot him for fooling with his
wife. What happened before that?'
'There's no fool like an ould fool. You know you can do anythin' wid
me whin I'm talkin'. Did I say I wud like to cut Mullins's liver out? I
deny the imputashin, for fear that Orth'ris here wud report me--Ah!
You wud tip me into the river, wud you? Sit quiet, little man. Anyways,
Mullins is not worth the trouble av an extry p'rade, an' I will trate
him wid outrajis contimpt. The Tyrone an' O'Hara! O'Hara an' the Tyrone,
begad! Ould days are hard to bring back into the mouth, but they're
always inside the head.'
Followed a long pause.
'O'Hara was a Divil. Though I saved him, for the honour av the rig'mint,
from his death that time, I say it now. He was a Divil--a long, bould,
black-haired Divil.'
'Which way?' asked Ortheris.
'Women.'
'Thin I know another.'
'Not more than in reason, if you mane me, ye warped walkin '-shtick.
I have been young, an' for why should I not have tuk what I cud? Did I
iver, whin I was Corp'ril, use the rise av my rank--wan step an' that
taken away, more's the sorrow an' the fault av me!--to prosecute a
nefarious inthrigue, as O'Hara did? Did I, whin I was Corp'ril, lay my
spite upon a man an' make his life a dog's life from day to day? Did I
lie, as O'Hara lied, till the young wans in the Tyrone turned white wid
the fear av the Judgment av God killin' thim all in a lump, as ut killed
the woman at Devizes? I did not! I have sinned my sins an' I have made
my confesshin, an' Father Victor knows the worst av me. O'Hara was tuk,
before he cud spake, on Rafferty's doorstep, an' no man knows the worst
av him. But this much I know!
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