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Then
putting
it
back
in
its
place
,
he
returned
to
his
seat
on
the
stool
.
After
remaining
quiescent
for
a
considerable
time
,
he
once
more
proceeded
to
soliloquise
--
now
and
then
changing
his
speech
to
the
apostrophic
form
--
Tara
and
the
demijohn
being
the
individuals
honoured
by
his
discourse
.
"
In
the
name
av
all
the
angels
,
an
the
divils
to
boot
,
I
wondher
what
's
kapin
'
the
masther
!
He
sid
he
wud
be
heeur
by
eight
av
the
clock
in
the
marnin
'
,
and
it
's
now
good
six
in
the
afthernoon
,
if
thare
's
any
truth
in
a
Tixas
sun
.
Shure
thare
's
somethin'
detainin
'
him
?
Do
n't
yez
think
so
,
Tara
?
"
This
time
Tara
did
vouchsafe
the
affirmative
"
sniff
"
--
having
poked
his
nose
too
far
into
the
ashes
.
"
Be
the
powers
!
then
,
I
hope
it
's
no
harum
that
's
befallen
him
!
If
there
has
,
owld
dog
,
fwhat
'
ud
become
av
you
an
me
?
Thare
might
be
no
Ballyballagh
for
miny
a
month
to
come
;
unliss
we
cowld
pay
our
passage
wid
these
thraps
av
the
masther
's
.
The
drinkin
'
cup
--
raal
silver
it
is
--
wud
cover
the
whole
expinse
av
the
voyage
.
Be
japers
!
now
that
it
stroikes
me
,
I
niver
had
a
dhrink
out
av
that
purty
little
vessel
.
I
'm
shure
the
liquor
must
taste
swater
that
way
.
Does
it
,
I
wondher
--
trath
,
now
's
just
the
time
to
thry
.
"
Saying
this
,
he
took
the
cup
out
of
the
portmanteau
,
in
which
he
had
packed
it
;
and
,
once
more
uncorking
the
demijohn
,
poured
out
a
portion
of
its
contents
--
of
about
the
measure
of
a
wineglassful
.
Quaffing
it
off
at
a
single
gulp
,
he
stood
smacking
his
lips
--
as
if
to
assure
himself
of
the
quality
of
the
liquor
.
"
Sowl
!
I
do
n't
know
that
it
does
taste
betther
,
"
said
he
,
still
holding
the
cup
in
one
hand
,
and
the
jar
in
the
other
.
"
Afther
all
,
I
think
,
it
's
swater
out
av
the
dimmyjan
itself
,
that
is
,
as
far
as
I
cyan
remimber
.
But
it
is
n't
givin
'
the
gawblet
fair
play
.
It
's
so
long
since
I
had
the
jar
to
me
mouth
,
that
I
a
'm
ost
forget
how
it
tasted
that
way
.
I
cowld
till
betther
if
I
thryed
thim
thegither
.
I
'll
do
that
,
before
I
decoide
.
"
The
demijohn
was
now
raised
to
his
lips
;
and
,
after
several
"
glucks
"
was
again
taken
away
.
