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If
anything
could
have
added
to
his
air
of
grotesque
drollery
,
it
was
the
expression
of
puzzled
surprise
that
came
over
his
countenance
;
as
,
stepping
upon
the
threshold
,
he
discovered
the
change
that
had
taken
place
in
the
occupancy
of
the
hut
.
"
Mother
av
Moses
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
dropping
both
snake
and
tomahawk
,
and
opening
his
eyes
as
wide
as
the
lids
would
allow
them
;
"
Shure
I
must
be
dhramin
?
Trath
must
I
!
It
cyant
be
yersilf
,
Miss
Pointdixther
?
Shure
now
it
cyant
?
"
"
But
it
is
,
Mr
O'Neal
.
How
very
ungallant
in
you
to
have
forgotten
me
,
and
so
soon
!
"
"
Forgotten
yez
!
Trath
,
miss
,
yez
need
n't
accuse
me
of
doin
'
chat
which
is
intirely
impossible
.
The
Oirishman
that
hiz
wance
looked
in
yer
swate
face
will
be
undher
the
necissity
iver
afther
to
remimber
it
.
Sowl
!
thare
's
wan
that
cyant
forgit
it
,
even
in
his
dhrames
!
"
The
speaker
glanced
significantly
towards
the
couch
.
A
delicious
thrill
passed
through
the
bosom
of
the
listener
.
"
But
fwhat
diz
it
all
mane
?
"
continued
Phelim
,
returning
to
the
unexplained
puzzle
of
the
transformation
.
"
Fwhare
's
the
tother
--
the
young
chap
,
or
lady
,
or
wuman
--
whichsomiver
she
art
?
Did
n't
yez
see
nothin
'
av
a
wuman
,
Miss
Pointdixther
?
"
"
Yes
--
yes
.
"
"
Oh
!
yez
did
.
An
fwhere
is
she
now
?
"
"
Gone
away
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Gone
away
!
Be
japers
,
thin
,
she
has
n't
remained
long
in
the
wan
mind
.
I
lift
her
heeur
in
the
cyabin
not
tin
minnits
ago
,
takin
'
aff
her
bonnit
--
that
was
only
a
man
's
hat
--
an
sittlin
'
hersilf
down
for
a
stay
.
Gone
,
yez
say
?
Sowl
!
I
'm
not
sorry
to
hear
it
.
