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The
bloody
mongrel
let
a
grouse
out
of
him
would
give
you
the
creeps
.
Be
a
corporal
work
of
mercy
if
someone
would
take
the
life
of
that
bloody
dog
.
I
’
m
told
for
a
fact
he
ate
a
good
part
of
the
breeches
off
a
constabulary
man
in
Santry
that
came
round
one
time
with
a
blue
paper
about
a
licence
.
—
Stand
and
deliver
,
says
he
.
—
That
’
s
all
right
,
citizen
,
says
Joe
.
Friends
here
.
—
Pass
,
friends
,
says
he
.
Then
he
rubs
his
hand
in
his
eye
and
says
he
:
—
What
’
s
your
opinion
of
the
times
?
Doing
the
rapparee
and
Rory
of
the
hill
.
But
,
begob
,
Joe
was
equal
to
the
occasion
.
—
I
think
the
markets
are
on
a
rise
,
says
he
,
sliding
his
hand
down
his
fork
.
So
begob
the
citizen
claps
his
paw
on
his
knee
and
he
says
:
