Jack, of coorse, was struck all of aghape at this; but as he had the bride in his arms, giving her a little sup of whiskey to bring her to, you persave, he couldn't make him an answer. However, she soon came to herself, and, on opening her eyes, 'Oh, hide me, hide me, says she, 'for I can't bear to look on him! "'He says you are his sworn bride, my darling, says Jack.
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