pg. 267
“Yis,” sis I, “what’s yer will o’ me? My name is Paddy Doyle of Shandangin, above board.—Paddy Doyle that’s neyther afeard nor ashamed of no man.” I spoke big, for I didn’t like the cast of the fellow’s eye, an thought he was wanting to throw the gamogue over me.
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