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But
for
the
hope
of
finding
a
"
dhrap
"
in
the
demijohn
,
he
would
not
have
ventured
back
that
night
.
As
it
was
,
the
desire
to
obtain
a
drink
was
a
trifle
stronger
than
his
fears
;
and
yielding
to
it
,
he
stepped
doubtfully
into
the
darkness
.
He
made
no
attempt
to
rekindle
the
light
.
Every
inch
of
the
floor
was
familiar
to
him
;
and
especially
that
corner
where
he
expected
to
find
the
demijohn
.
He
tried
for
it
.
An
exclamation
uttered
in
a
tone
of
disappointment
told
that
it
was
not
there
.
"
Be
dad
!
"
muttered
he
,
as
he
grumblingly
groped
about
;
"
it
looks
as
if
they
'd
been
at
it
.
Av
coorse
they
hav
,
else
fwhy
is
it
not
in
its
place
?
I
lift
it
thare
--
shure
I
lift
it
thare
.
"
"
Ach
,
me
jewel
!
an
it
's
thare
yez
are
yet
,
"
he
continued
,
as
his
hand
came
in
contact
with
the
wickerwork
;
"
an
'
bad
luck
to
their
imperence
--
impty
as
an
eggshill
!
Ach
!
ye
greedy
gutted
bastes
!
If
I
'd
a
known
yez
were
goin
'
to
do
that
,
I
'd
av
slipped
a
thrifle
av
shumach
juice
into
the
jar
,
an
made
raal
firewater
av
it
for
ye
--
jist
fwhat
yez
wants
.
Divil
burn
ye
for
a
set
av
rid-skinned
thieves
,
stalin
'
a
man
's
liquor
when
he
's
aslape
!
Och-an-anee
!
fwhat
am
I
to
do
now
?
Go
to
slape
agane
?
I
do
n't
belave
I
cyan
,
thinkin
'
av
tham
an
the
tother
,
widout
a
thrifle
av
the
crayther
to
comfort
me
.
An
'
thare
is
n't
a
dhrap
widin
twenty
--
Fwhat
--
fwhat
!
Howly
Mary
!
Mother
av
Moses
!
Sant
Pathrick
and
all
the
others
to
boot
,
fwhat
am
I
talkin
'
about
?
The
pewther
flask
--
the
pewther
flask
!
Be
japers
!
it
's
in
the
thrunk
--
full
to
the
very
neck
!
Did
n't
I
fill
it
for
Masther
Maurice
to
take
wid
him
the
last
time
he
went
to
the
sittlements
?
And
did
n't
he
forget
to
take
it
?
Lard
have
mercy
on
me
!
If
the
Indyins
have
laid
their
dhirty
claws
upon
that
I
shall
be
afther
takin
'
lave
at
me
sinses
.
"
"
Hoo
--
hoop
--
hoorro
!
"
he
cried
,
after
an
interval
of
silence
,
during
which
he
could
be
heard
fumbling
among
the
contents
of
the
portmanteau
.
"
Hoo
--
hoop
--
hoorro
!
thanks
to
the
Lord
for
all
his
mercies
.
The
rid-skins
have
n't
been
cunnin
'
enough
to
look
thare
.
The
flask
as
full
as
a
tick
--
not
wan
av
them
has
had
a
finger
on
it
.
Hoo
--
hoop
--
hoorro
!
"
For
some
seconds
the
discoverer
of
the
spirituous
treasure
,
giving
way
to
a
joyous
excitement
,
could
be
heard
in
the
darkness
,
dancing
over
the
floor
of
the
jacalé
.
Then
there
was
an
interval
of
silence
,
succeeded
by
the
screwing
of
a
stopper
,
and
after
that
a
succession
of
"
glucks
,
"
that
proclaimed
the
rapid
emptying
of
a
narrow-necked
vessel
.
