"
"Out of the frying-pan into the fire, you ought to say, Mrs. Mulroony."
"So he and they fought, and smashed another lot of glass, and then I set
out and charged him on the watch. Oh, murdher sheery--to think the way
my beautiful beef and greens went!"
Here Mr. Ambrose, approaching Mrs. Mulroony, whispered--"My dear Mrs.
Mulroony, remember one word--futurity; heir apparent--heir direct; so
be moderate, and a short time will place you in easy circumstances. The
event that's coming will be a stunner."
"What's that he's sayin' to you, my dear Mrs. Mulroony?" asked Ned;
"don't listen to him, he'll only soohdher and palaver you. I'll take
your charge, and lock him up."
"Darby," said Mr. Gray, now approaching that worthy, "a single word
with you--we understand one another--I intended to bribe old Ned, the
villain; but you shall have it."
"Very good, it's a bargain," replied the virtuous Darby; "fork out."
"Here, then, is ten shillings, and bring me out of it."
Darby privately pocketed the money, and moving toward Ned, whispered to
him--"Don't take the charge for a few minutes.
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