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"
Si
--
Si
!
Señor
Zyerral
.
"
"
Shure
,
thin
,
an
if
that
's
fwhat
ye
're
afther
,
Misther
Gerrald
diz
dwill
in
this
very
cyabin
--
that
is
,
whin
he
comes
to
divart
hisself
,
by
chasin
'
the
wild
horses
.
He
only
kapes
it
for
a
huntin
'
box
,
ye
know
.
Arrah
,
now
;
if
yez
cud
only
see
the
great
big
cyastle
he
lives
in
whin
he
's
at
home
,
in
owld
Ireland
;
an
thy
bewtiful
crayther
that
's
now
cryin
'
her
swate
blue
eyes
out
,
bekase
he
wo
n't
go
back
thare
.
Sowl
,
if
yez
saw
her
!
"
Despite
its
patois
,
Phelim
's
talk
was
too
well
understood
by
her
to
whom
it
was
addressed
.
Jealousy
is
an
apt
translator
.
Something
like
a
sigh
escaped
from
Isidora
,
as
he
pronounced
that
little
word
"
her
.
"
"
I
do
n't
wish
to
see
her
,
"
was
the
quick
rejoinder
;
"
but
him
you
mention
.
Is
he
at
home
?
Is
he
inside
?
"
"
Is
he
at
home
?
Thare
now
,
that
's
comin
'
to
the
point
--
straight
as
a
poike
staff
.
An
'
supposin
'
I
wuz
to
say
yis
,
fwhat
ud
yez
be
afther
wantin
'
wid
him
?
"
"
I
wish
to
see
him
.
"
"
Div
yez
?
Maybe
now
ye
'll
wait
till
yez
be
asked
.
Ye
're
a
purty
crayther
,
notwithstandin
'
that
black
strake
upon
yer
lip
.
But
the
masther
is
n't
in
a
condishun
jist
at
this
time
to
see
any
wan
--
unless
it
was
the
praste
or
a
docthur
.
Yez
cyant
see
him
.
"
"
But
I
wish
very
much
to
see
him
,
señor
.
"
"
Trath
div
yez
.
Ye
've
sayed
that
alriddy
.
But
yez
cyant
,
I
till
ye
.
It
is
n't
Phaylim
Onale
ud
deny
wan
av
the
fair
six
--
espacially
a
purty
black-eyed
colleen
loike
yerself
.
But
for
all
that
yez
cyant
see
the
masther
now
.
"
