Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 42 of 100
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| 40 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. hope 50, for she has suffered much, and if those cruel people can contrive to keep her from the property, they will. But here comes Harrison and Cora; find out if Cora truly loves him.” What would not that mother have sacrificed for the sake of her idol? CHAPTER VI. BRIDGET’S MISGIVINGS. I7’s attached to me he is—very much attached to me is Misther Harrison, an’ therefore, Bridget, you an’ I is to go wid the new family and be in first rate positions. Arrah! see what ye got now by marrying me, Tim Bumble.” “ Ye’d better be done throwing that same up in my face, ivery time you spake of things. Mightn’t I a had old Croole the widdyer wid a fortune of twinty poun’ to begin wid—and mightn’t I ’aye mesilf wid young O’Shane who tinded to the illigant brass works o’ the factory—an” wasn’t me faether Colonel of milishy, and ‘ain’t I Bridget Rourke, that was the capablest woman for making butter an’ cheese in the country where I come from? See what I got, indade—but . for the blissings of Providence, I'd been splitting me owr wood and putting me own’arnings into the pot—that would I” “Ah! but ould Croole war a miser,” cried Tim, with an exultant laugh. “ Besides that, hadn’t he an illigant expres- sion on the side of his face where there wasn’t no eye at all— and a correspondin’ one whin he opened his mouth, where there wasn’t no teeth at all? To be sure he wasn’t but seventy, and so bulged out wid the rheumatiz that his knees was behind him. Then there’s O’Shane, och! but ye're mighty funny now—isn’t it all for drink he spinds his money? Doesn’t he come home and abuse the woman that would be his wife, if he had any, ivery night of his life? O’Shane, to be sure! But come, Bridget darlin’, we won't be after quarreling because neither of us wouldn’t give up the ship no how. But what are ye making there so tasty I'd like to know ?” Gonmnicloooks.con