The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 5


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"Ye little spalpeeny frog of a bog-throtting son of a bloody noun!"--and  
jist thin what d'ye think it was that her leddyship did? Troth she  
jumped up from the sofy as if she was bit, and made off through  
the door, while I turned my head round afther her, in a complate  
bewilderment and botheration, and followed her wid me two peepers. You  
percave I had a reason of my own for knowing that she couldn't git down  
the stares althegither and intirely; for I knew very well that I had  
hould of her hand, for the divil the bit had I iver lit it go. And says  
I; "Isn't it the laste little bit of a mistake in the world that ye've  
been afther the making, yer leddyship? Come back now, that's a darlint,  
and I'll give ye yur flipper." But aff she wint down the stairs like a  
shot, and thin I turned round to the little Frinch furrenner. Och hon!  
if it wasn't his spalpeeny little paw that I had hould of in my own--why  
thin--thin it wasn't--that's all.  
And maybe it wasn't mesilf that jist died then outright wid the laffin',  
to behold the little chap when he found out that it wasn't the widdy at  
all at all that he had had hould of all the time, but only Sir Pathrick  
O'Grandison. The ould divil himself niver behild sich a long face as he  
pet an! As for Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt, it wasn't for  
the likes of his riverence to be afther the minding of a thrifle of a  
mistake. Ye may jist say, though (for it's God's thruth), that afore I  
left hould of the flipper of the spalpeen (which was not till afther her  
leddyship's futman had kicked us both down the stairs), I giv'd it such a  
nate little broth of a squaze as made it all up into raspberry jam.  
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