Commodore Junk — page 284: what you’re looking at

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DINNY’S HISTORY. 277 ‘Dinny,” cried Humphrey sternly, ‘* how long are you going to play fast and loose with me?” “ An’ isit me ye mane? Sure I couldn’t do it, sor.” “Dinny, now is the time to escape, now that Mistress Greenheys is safe from the persecution of that scoundrel.” “Oh, whisht, sor! whisht! Sure and I’ve grown shtrong again, and ye want to timpt me from the ways of vartue.” ‘Nonsense, man! Your plan—the explosion !” “ Oh, faix ! It was only me fun. I couldn’t do sucha thing.” “Do you want that man to escape or be set free, and lay claim again to that poor little woman?” ‘‘Oh, the poor little crathur! no.” “Then help me to escape.” «Sure and ye’re good friends wid the shkipper and don’t want to go, sor.” ‘‘T must and will escape, Dinny, and you shall help me for Mistress Greenheys’ sake.” “Ah, and it’s touching me on me soft place ye are,” said Dinny pitifully. “ For her sake, I tell you, and you shall be happy with her at home.” ‘Sure an’ I haven’t got an ‘at home,’” said Dinny. “Then, as I promised you, I’ll make you one. Come, save her from that scoundrel.” : “ Faix, an’ he is a blagguard annyway.” ‘“Who is?” said a deep voice. ‘“ Yerself for wan,” said Dinny. ‘Sure, and Black Mazzard another; and I’m telling the captain here that he needn’t grumble and call himself a prishner, for he’s rowling in conifort ; wh’le as to Black Mazzard, ah, he should see his cell !” Bart scowled and stopped till Dinny had finished and vone, feaving the prisoner alone with his thoughts, which were of liberty. Gomicbooks