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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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Old Flynn, moving along the verge, became idyllic … Frontispiece
Suspicious of an ill-timed pleasantry
Whizzed like a driven grouse past the combatants
The guard put his hand over his mouth
"And not a brown farthing more would he give"
"I'm dashed if she hasn't got Sullivan's pony"
He crowned the arrangement with the bottle of potheen
A trayful of burning sods of turf
He did not deny himself a most dissolute wink
Maria's performance was faultless
The Modulator opened with a long-drawn and nasal cadenza
"Is that my darlin' Major Yeates?" shouted the cook
"I will walk—I should really prefer it"
Flurry and I put in a blazing September day on the mountain
An intricate and variously moving tide of people
"Them hounds are in my family, seed and breed, this hundred years"
"I'll go bail 'twas him that picked me wife's fashionable cocks"
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"Ye have them in great form, Michael"
Pure ecstasy stretched his grin from ear to ear
"They're lovely fish altogether! they're leppin' fresh!"
"Let the divil clear me out of the sthrand!"
His mornings were spent in proffering Irish phrases
The Sergeant's manner was distressingly apologetic
"That's a great sign of fine weather when a horse will lie
down in wather that way"
My wife came and asked me if I would take her to the workhouse