If he'll promise to keep a civil tongue in his head, I'll forget all, say.

Come in, you old scoundrel, I'm not angry with you; I want to speak to you, at all events." "It's not him, sir; it's only Donnel M'Gowan, the Black Prophet, that wants some law business." "Send him to the devil for law business What brings him here now?
Tell him he shall have neither law nor justice from me.

Did you send to his brother-in-law?
May be he's there ?" "We did, sir.

Sorra one of his seed, breed, or generation but we sent to.

However, it's no use--off to America he's gone, or to the Isle o' White, at any rate." "May the devil sink America and the Isle of White both in the ocean, an' you, too; you scoundrel, and all of you! Only for the cursed crew that's about me, I'd have him here still--and he the only man that understood my wants and my wishes, and that could keep me comfortable and easy." "Troth, then, he hadn't an overly civil tongue in his head, sir," replied the man; "for, when you and he, your honor, were together, there was little harmony to spare between you." "That was my own fault, you cur.