Vulgar words in Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent - The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two (Page 1)
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Solemn assignations of long promise, rustic courtships, and earnest match-makings, were all knocked up, unless in case of those who availed themselves of the early part of the day.
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"Well, damn the devil, heaven pardon me for swearing, for it's a thing I hate----" "----And yet, many a fat oath you've bolted in your time.
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What did I or my family do, I ask my own conscience in the name of God--what sin did we commit--whom did we oppress--whom did we rob--whom did we persecute--that a scoundrel like you, the bastard spawn of an unprincipled profligate, remarkable only for drunkenness, debauchery, and blasphemy--what, I say, did I and my family do, that you, his son, who were, and are to this day, the low, mean, willing scourge of every oppressor, the agent of their crimes--the instrument of their villianies--you who undermined the honest man--who sold and betrayed the poor man--who deceived and misled the widow and her orphans, and rose upon their ruin--who have robbed your employers as well as those you were employed against--a double traitor--steeped in treachery, and perjured a thousand times to the core of your black and deceitful heart--what crime, I say again, did I or mine commit--that we, whose name and blood has been without a stain for a thousand years, should suffer the insult that you now have offered Us--eh, look me in the face now if you can, and answer me if you are able?"
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Damn your bloods, ye affectionate rascals, sure you love me, and I love you, and 't isn't Gully Preston (his opponent) that can cut our loves in two.
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"You're a cursed clever fellow, Val, an able knave, as I said--but I don't like your son; he's a dishonest blockhead, and I needn't tell you that the man who has not brains enough to be dishonest is a most contemptible scoundrel."
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Would you have some honest blockhead, who, when you are to be served by a piece of friendly rascality, will plead scruples.
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"Low born tyrant," she shouted, kneeling rapidly down and holding up her clasped hands, but not in supplication--"low born, tyrant," she shouted, "stop;--spawn of blasphemin' Deaker, stop--bastard of the notorious Kate Clank, hould your hand?
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Sharpe, you're a scoundrel, for speaking to me in this style--damn my honor and blood, but you are.
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Damn my honor and blood, do you apply that to me?"
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"Nor the song of Beal Derg O'Donnel, sir, nor the 'Fairy River,' nor 'the Life and Adventures of Larry Dorneen's Ass,' plaise your reverence."
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"Whisht, you hathen, that has taken to idolathry bekase Father M'Cabe made an ass of you by a thrick that every one knows.
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By Japers, you're no blockhead!'
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"Oh, damn it, Hartley, don't explode; I mean nothing offensive between us--then, dropping the families," said Val, fawningly, for he saw the other's nostril begin to dilate-- "And, you cowardly hound, why should you drop the families," inquired Deaker, taking fire; "do you forget, sirra, who your father was?"
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"Damn it," replied Val, still with fawning good-humor, "how am I accountable for their conduct before I had existence?
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Damn it, Jollyblock, unless a man is a good Protestant he's bad for everything else."
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"I know of no service Lord Cumber ever was to any of his tenants," replied Maguire; "except, indeed, to keep them ground to the earth, in supportin' his extravagance, and that he might spend their hard earnings in another country, not caring one damn whether they live or starve.
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Peter told him to his teeth that he was a liar, and that he couldn't be good, havin' the father's bastard dhrop in him.
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"Damn my honor, M'Clutchy"--for that was now the usual respectful tone of his address to him--"were you not a precious old villain to allow me to take the chair yesterday, when you knew what cursed fire-eaters these Hartleys are?"
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Damn my honor, but you're a fine old cock, Val--and now I have spirits to take a glass of brandy, which I hadn't this whole morning before."
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Damn it, be a man, and don't snivel in that manner, just like a furious drunken woman, when she can't get at another drunken woman who is her enemy.
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"I got one," he replied, "and meetin' Lanty Gorman goin' home wid Square Deaker's ass--King James--or Sheemus a Cocka, as he calls him--that is, 'Jemmy the Cock,' in regard of the great courage he showed at the Boyne--I made him promise to bring him up.
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"Damn my honor, Darby," said Phil, "but that's queer talk from a Protestant, if you are one."
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"And what brought poor Mary here to die, do you know?" inquired Raymond; "no you don't," he replied, "but I will tell you--she came to die near poor White-head that she loved so much, and near Torley, and near poor Hugh himself, that the bloodhounds--" "Damn my honor, Rimon, if I can stand this any longer--I'm off."
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"I think," continued Phil, "that I have got you and Rimon in my power now, and damn my hon-honor, may be we won't give you a chase a-across the country that'll put mettle into your heels; hip, hip, hurrah!