This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ... no man laugh again that hasn't stickin'-plaster in his pockets." Then, to Nuala, "If ye don't get owra that, and not try Out of. that thrick again, I'll--I'll--I'll--I know what I'll do," furiously. But his warning word to his retainers was so significant that no one did laugh--audibly, at least--or let the faintest sound of enjoyment escape when Nuala threw him backward again. Mortification and anger had strong possession of the Vagabone now, and he glanced furiously at Nuala. "Och," he said furiously, "I wisht to goodness ye were a man." It was evident he was resolved to give up the contest, since his own rude chivalry would not permit him to do anything so undignified as to wrestle with a weak woman. So, as a parting shot, he shook his clenched fist at her, saying, "Ye--ye--ye 3 alla-haired wee imp-o-the-divil, ye 1 If I was your uncle I'd taich ye manners on the bare legs with a sally rod!" But at this point Nuala's pent-up feelings gave way. She hung her head, and hastily brushed her eyes with the back of her hand, yet made no murmur. I had felt for Nuala all through, reading (as I could) the repressed feeling pictured in her face while she strove to drive the Vagabone away; yet, partly because she was decidedly getting the best of it, but chiefly perhaps because I was seized with the desire to conceal myself, I had not made any demonstration of sympathy, and did not intend to do so. On the instant, though, that I saw her draw her hand across her eyes, I sprang forward wrathfully and struck the Vagabone a fierce box on the side of the head, which sent him staggering against the ditch. When he recovered himself he looked at me for just a moment, puzzledly; then saying, " Thanks be to Goodness! "bou...