But he could not afford to mutiny, and vented his disgust in blisters and otherwise drastic treatment of the malingering scoundrels whom he served out after his kind for the trouble and indignity they cost him.
'And here we are, Lily dear, on our way to see poor dear Pat Doolan, who, I fear, is not very long for this world.

Dominick!--he's got a brain fever, my dear.' The doctor said 'pish!' inaudibly, and Aunt Becky went on.
'You know the unhappy creature is only just out of prison, and if ever mortal suffered unjustly, he's the man.

Poor Doolan's as innocent as you or I, my dear, or sweet little Spot, there;' pointing her fan like a pistol at that interesting quadruped's head.

'The disgrace has broken his heart, and that's at the bottom of his sickness.

I wish you could hear him speak, poor dear wretch--Dominick!' and she had a word for that domestic in the hall.
'Hear him speak, indeed!' said Toole, taking advantage of her momentary absence.