Somewhat to the right of
these two more central figures, the young Mexican girl contributed a
touch of brightness, lolling against the bank in graceful relaxation,
her black eyes aglow with scarcely repressed merriment. However the
existing controversy may have originated, it had already attained a
stage for the display of considerable temper.
"Now, ye see here, Swanska," growled the thoroughly aroused Irishman
vehemently. "It's 'bout enough Oi 've heard from ye on that now. Thar
's r'ason in all things, Oi 'm tould, but Oi don't clarely moind iver
havin' met any in a Swade, bedad. Oi say ye 're nothin' betther than a
dommed foreigner, wid no business in this counthry at all, at all,
takin' the bread out o' the mouths of honest min. Look at the Oirish,
now; they was here from the very beginnin'; they 've fought, bled, an'
died for the counthry, an' the loikes o' ye comes in an' takes their
jobs. Be hivins, it 's enough to rile the blood. What's the name of
ye, anny how?"
"Ay ban Nels Swanson.
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