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"
Exceptin
'
the
man-wuman
,
ye
mane
?
"
"
Yes
.
Has
any
one
else
been
to
this
place
?
"
"
Trath
has
thare
--
plinty
besoides
.
An
av
all
sorts
,
an
colours
too
.
First
an
foremost
there
was
wan
comin
'
this
way
,
though
he
did
n't
git
all
the
way
to
the
cyabin
.
But
I
dare
n't
tell
you
about
him
,
for
it
moight
frighten
ye
,
miss
.
"
"
Tell
me
.
I
have
no
fear
.
"
"
Be
dad
!
and
I
ca
n't
make
it
out
meself
quite
intirely
.
It
was
a
man
upon
horseback
widout
a
hid
.
"
"
Without
a
head
!
"
"
Divil
a
bit
av
that
same
on
his
body
.
"
The
statement
caused
Phelim
to
be
suspected
of
having
lost
his
.
"
An
'
what
's
more
,
miss
,
he
was
for
all
the
world
like
Masther
Maurice
himself
.
Wid
his
horse
undher
him
,
an
his
Mexikin
blanket
about
his
showlders
,
an
everything
just
as
the
young
masther
looks
,
when
he
's
mounted
,
Sowl
!
was
n't
I
scared
,
whin
I
sit
my
eyes
on
him
.
"
"
But
where
did
you
see
this
,
Mr
O'Neal
?
"
