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"
Aw
,
murdher
!
What
a
thumpin
'
big
fib
!
I
know
won
that
shud
.
It
wud
be
black
ungratytude
av
she
did
n't
--
afther
what
yez
did
for
her
.
Did
n't
yez
save
her
life
into
the
bargain
?
"
"
Of
whom
are
you
speaking
?
"
"
Now
,
do
n't
be
desateful
,
masther
.
Yez
know
that
I
mane
the
purty
crayther
that
come
to
the
hut
ridin
'
Spotty
that
you
presinted
her
,
widout
resavin
'
a
dollar
for
the
mare
.
If
it
was
n't
her
that
sint
ye
this
hamper
,
thin
Phaylim
Onale
is
the
biggest
numskull
that
was
iver
born
about
Ballyballagh
.
Be
the
Vargin
,
masther
,
speakin
'
of
the
owld
place
phuts
me
in
mind
of
its
paple
.
Pwhat
wud
the
blue-eyed
colleen
say
,
if
she
knew
yez
were
in
such
danger
heeur
?
"
"
Danger
!
it
's
all
over
.
The
doctor
has
said
so
;
and
that
I
may
go
out
of
doors
in
a
week
from
this
time
.
Do
n't
distress
yourself
about
that
.
"
"
Troth
,
masther
,
yez
be
only
talkin
'
.
That
is
n't
the
danger
I
was
drhamin
'
av
.
Yez
know
will
enough
what
I
mane
.
Maybe
yez
have
resaved
a
wound
from
bright
eyes
,
worse
than
that
from
lid
bullets
.
Or
,
maybe
,
somebody
ilse
has
;
an
that
's
why
ye
've
had
the
things
sint
ye
.
"
"
You
're
all
wrong
,
Phelim
.
The
thing
must
have
come
from
the
Fort
;
but
whether
it
did
,
or
not
,
there
's
no
reason
why
we
should
stand
upon
ceremony
with
its
contents
.
So
,
here
goes
to
make
trial
of
them
!
"
Notwithstanding
the
apparent
relish
with
which
the
invalid
partook
of
the
products
--
both
of
collar
and
cuisine
--
while
eating
and
drinking
,
his
thoughts
were
occupied
with
a
still
more
agreeable
theme
;
with
a
string
of
dreamy
conjectures
,
as
to
whom
he
was
indebted
for
the
princely
present
.
Could
it
be
the
young
Creole
--
the
cousin
of
his
direst
enemy
as
well
as
his
reputed
sweetheart
?
The
thing
appeared
improbable
.
