The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume TwoCarleton, William
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The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“There's nobody here,” replied the still friendly voice, “inclined
to offer you any offense, bekaise you happen to be a friend to Mr.
Purcel”--and there was a marked emphasis laid upon the name--“so now,”
the voice proceeded, “you may make your mind aisy on that head.”
A singular but significant laugh proceeded, from the other two, which,
however, was repressed by a glance from “the friend,” who said, “Come,
boys, turn out; now, sir, the sooner we get over this journey the
betther.”
“Well, Finnerty,” said M'Carthy, “many thanks for the hospitable shelter
of your house, and to you also, Mrs. Finnerty, for your kindness and the
trouble I have occasioned you.”
Mrs. Finnerty's voice had now nearly abandoned her; and, as our young
sportsman, after having shaken hands with her husband, now paid that
compliment to herself, he perceived that the poor creature's hand was
literally passive and cold as ice, whilst the words she attempted to
utter literally died away unspoken on her lips.
Having got about a mile from the house, his unknown friend began to
become loquacious, and related several anecdotes of successful escape
from the meshes and minions of the law, a theme in which his
two companions seemed to take singular delight; for they laughed
immoderately at every recorded victory in outwitting the legal
functionaries aforesaid.
“I was wanst upon a time,” he proceeded, “taken up for a resky; (* a
rescue) the case bein' you see, that we wanted the rent and the landlord
wanted patience; so begad, at any rate, we gev the bloody bailiffs a
thrifle for themselves, and the consequence was that we brought the cows
back to a neighbor's place that belonged to another property, and the
four bailiffs, poor creatures, lay upon the ground lookin' at us, an'
never said ill we did it, for a raison they had; do you undherstand,
boys?”
“Ay, we do undherstand; the bloddy thieves; divil break his neck
that invinted rint, anyhow; sure there's no harm in wishin' that, the
villain.”
“Ay, an' tides,” (* Tithes) replied the other; “however, we'll settle
that first, and then the rents will soon follow them; an' sure there's
no harm in that aither.”
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