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quarter past eight
''' `` Hurrah ! '' from the mob . `` O'Malley forever ! '' `` And ye see , I kept my word , boys , -- I did die ; I died that evening at a quarter past eight . There , read it for yourselves ; there 's the paper . Was waked and carried out , and here I am after all , ready to die in earnest for you , but never to desert you . '' The cheers here were deafening , and my uncle was carried through the market down to the mayor 's house , who , being a friend of the opposite party , was complimented with three groans ; then up the Mall to the chapel , beside which father Mac Shane resided .