A CHILD OF THE JAGO
now, and the sound of blows was as of the confused beating of carpets. Dicky, who had been afflicted to heart-burst by his father's dodging and running, which he mistook for simple flight, now broke into excited speech once more:—
"Father's 'it 'im on the jore again—'is eye's a bungin' up—Go it, father, bash 'i-i-i-m! Father's landin'—'im—'e."
Hannah Perrott crept to the window and looked. She saw the foul Jago mob, swaying and bellowing about the shifting edge of an open patch, in the midst whereof her husband and Billy Leary, bruised, bloody and gasping, fought and battered infuriately; and she crept back to the bed and bent her face on Looey's unclean little frock; till a fit of tense shuddering took the child, and the mother looked up again.
Without, the round ended. For a full minute the men took and gave knock for knock, and then Leary, wincing from
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