You have been tutored." "I have got the truth, sir." "Ay, but have you got the tithe, sir?
for I do assure you, Mr.Hourigan, that it is not your logic, but your money I want." "Begad, sir, and I'm afeard you'll be forced to put up wid my logic this time, too.

You can't take more from the cat than her skin, you know." There was an atrocious and sneering spirit, not only in this ruffian's manner, but in the tones of his voice, that was calculated to overcome human patience.
"Darby, we have let you run a long time, but I now tell you, there's an end of our forbearance so far as you are concerned.

If you were not able to pay I could feel for you, put we know, and all the world knows, that you are one of the most comfortable and independent men in the parish.
Darby, you in short are a d--d rogue, and what is worse, a treacherous and mischief-makin scoundrel.

I am aware of the language you use against our whole family, whom you blacken whenever you have an opportunity of doing so.

You are not only dishonest but ungrateful, sirrah." "No man has a betther right to be a judge, and a good judge of dishonesty, than your father's son," replied Hourigan.