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“He niver lifted his head, but sez, all mournful an’ melancolius, as if he thought I wud be sorry for him: ‘I can’t find her,’ sez he.

“‘My troth,’ sez I, ‘you’ve lived too long–you an’ your seekin’s an’ findin’s in a dacint married woman’s quarters! Hould up your head, ye frozen thief av Genesis,’ sez I, ‘an’ you’ll find all you want an’ more!’

“But he niver hild up, an’ I let go from the shoulder to where the hair is short over the eyebrows.

“‘That’ll do your business,” sez I, but it nearly did mine instid. I put my bodyweight behind the blow, but I hit nothing at all, an’ near put my shoulther out. The Corp’ril man was not there, an’ Annie Bragin, who had been watchin’ from the veranda, throws up her heels, an’ carries on like a cock whin his neck’s wrung by the dhrummer-bhoy. I wint back to her, for a livin’ woman, an’ a woman like Annie Bragin, is more than a p’rade-groun’ full av ghosts. I’d never seen a woman faint before, an’ I stud like a shtuck calf, askin’ her whether she was dead, an’ prayin’ her for the love av me, an’ the love av her husband, an’ the love av the Virgin, to opin her blessed eyes again, an’ callin’ mesilf all the names undher the canopy av Hivin for plaguin’ her wid my miserable a-moors whin I ought to ha’ stud betune her an’ this Corp’ril man that had lost the number av his mess.

“I misremimber fwhat nonsinse I said, but I was not so far gone that I cud not hear a fut on the dirt outside. ‘Twas Bragin comin’ in, an’ by the same token Annie was comin’ to. I jumped to the far end av the veranda an’ looked as if butter wudn’t melt in my mouth. But Mrs. Quinn, the Quarter-Master’s wife that was, had tould Bragin about my hangin’ round Annie.

“‘I’m not pleased wid you, Mulvaney,’ sez Bragin, unbucklin’ his sword, for he had been on duty.

“‘That’s bad hearin’,’ I sez, an’ I knew that the pickets were dhriven in. ‘What for, Sargint?’ sez I.

“‘Come outside,’ sez he, ‘an’ I’ll show you why.’

“‘I’m willin’,’ I sez; ‘but my stripes are none so ould that I can afford to lose thim. Tell me now, who do I go out wid?’ sez I.

“He was a quick man an’ a just, an’ saw fwhat I wud be afther. ‘Wid Mrs. Bragin’s husband,’ sez he. He might ha’ known by me askin’ that favor that I had done him no wrong.

“We wint to the back av the arsenal an’ I stripped to him, an’ for ten minutes ’twas all I cud do to prevent him killin’ himself against my fistes. He was mad as a dumb dog–just frothing wid rage; but he had no chanst wid me in reach, or learnin’, or anything else.

“‘Will ye hear reason?’ sez I, whin his first wind was run out.

“‘Not whoile I can see,’ sez he. Wid that I gave him both, one after the other, smash through the low gyard that he’d been taught whin he was a boy, an’ the eyebrow shut down on the cheek-bone like the wing av a sick crow.

“‘Will you hear reason now, ye brave man?’ sez I.

“‘Not whoile I can speak,’ sez he, staggerin’ up blind as a stump. I was loath to do ut, but I wint round an’ swung into the jaw side-on an’ shifted ut a half pace to the lef’.

“‘Will ye hear reason now?’ sez I; ‘I can’t keep my timper much longer, an ’tis like I will hurt you.’

“‘Not whoile I can stand,’ he mumbles out av one corner av his mouth. So I closed an’ threw him–blind, dumb, an’ sick, an’ jammed the jaw straight.

“‘You’re an ould fool, Mister Bragin,’ sez I.

“‘You’re a young thief,’ sez he, ‘an’ you’ve bruk my heart, you an’ Annie betune you!’