Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
"Then the world, Shorsha, would be a fool, even as you were just now
saying you had frequently believed it to be; the grand thing, Shorsha, is
to be able to believe oneself; if ye can do that, it matters very little
whether the world believe ye or no. But a purty thing for you and the
world to stickle at the Pope's playing at cards at a religious house of
Irish; och! if I were to tell you and the world, what the Pope has been
sometimes at, at the religious house of English thaives, I would excuse
you and the world for turning up your eyes. However, I wish to say
nothing against the Pope. I am a son of the church, and if the Pope
don't interfere with my cards, divil a bit will I have to say against
him; but I saw the Pope playing, or about to play, with the pack which
had been taken from me, and when I told the Pope, the Pope did not--Ye
had better let me go on with my history, Shorsha; whether you or the
world believe it or not, I am sure it is quite as true as your tale of
the snake, or saying that Finn got his burnt finger from the thaives of
Loughlin; and whatever you may say, I am sure the world will think so
too."
I apologized to Murtagh for interrupting him, and telling him that his
history, whether true or not, was infinitely diverting, begged him to
continue it.
CHAPTER XLVI
Murtagh's Story continued--The Priest, Exorcist, and Thimble-engro--How
to Check a Rebellion.
I was telling ye, Shorsha, when ye interrupted me, that I found the Pope,
the rector, the sub-rector, and the almoner seated at the table, the
rector with my pack of cards in his hands, about to deal out to the Pope
and the rest, not forgetting himself, for whom he intended all the trump-
cards, no doubt. No sooner did they perceive me than they seemed taken
all aback; but the rector, suddenly starting up with the cards in his
hand, asked me what I did there, threatening to have me well disciplined
if I did not go about my business; 'I am come for my pack,' said I, 'ye
ould thaif, and to tell his Holiness how I have been treated by ye;' then
going down on my knees before his Holiness, I said, 'Arrah, now, your
Holiness! will ye not see justice done to a poor boy who has been sadly
misused? The pack of cards which that old ruffian has in his hand are my
cards, which he has taken from me, in order to chate with. Arrah! don't
play with him, your Holiness, for he'll only chate ye--there are dirty
marks upon the cards which bear the trumps, put there in order to know
them by; and the ould thaif in daling out will give himself all the good
cards, and chate ye of the last farthing in your pocket; so let them be
taken from him, your Holiness, and given back to me; and order him to
lave the room, and then, if your Holiness be for an honest game, don't
think I am the boy to baulk ye. I'll take the old ruffian's place, and
play with ye till evening, and all night besides, and divil an advantage
will I take of the dirty marks, though I know them all, having placed
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