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"So there they were at last, the dream of half a lifetime" "You will take something?" I said. "You have had a long drive" "My door was suddenly flung open, and a bunch of keys was thrown angrily on the table" "Do you call that clean?" "Here I am, your Reverence!" "Good Heavens!" was all I could say "The orator was caught by the nape of the neck" "'T is the way we wants to go to confession, Fader" "And why don't you tell his reverence about the rice puddin'?" "It broke in my fingers and revealed the little dreams and ambitions of nearly forty years ago" "Was there anything wrong with the chicken?" "I read that over three times to make quite sure of it" "Ahem!—Reginald Ormsby, wilt thou take Mrs. Darcy—" "Come down to Mrs. Haley's; there isn't a better dhrop betune this and Dublin" "Come on, you ruffian!" "For the love of God, Jem, is 't yourself or your ghost?" "Hallo, there! … who the—— are ye?" Waiting for my New Curate

So there they were at last, the dream of half a life time.