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"Faitha, then, we did, sir and sure, as you don't like to have the thing known, I can keep my tongue atween my teeth as well as e'er a convart livin' an' as for Biddy, by only keepin' her from the dhrink, she's as close as the gate of heaven to a heretic. Bedad, sir, this new light bates everything."
Phelim, acushla, see what it is to be hard an the poor!" "Oh, he was ever an' always the biggest nagar livin', ma'am. Ay, an' when he was tied up, till a blessed priest 'ud be brought to maliwgue the divil out of him, he got a scythe an' cut his own two hands off." "No thin, Phelim!" "Faitha, ma'am, sure enough. I suppose, ma'am, you hard about Biddy Duignan?" "Who is she, Phelim?"
"Faitha, sir, sure nobody could dislike it bedad, sir, we're all greatly disappointed wid the priests afther hearin' it it was wondherful to hear, the deep larnin' you brought forrid, sir, against them, an' our church in gineral. Begad myself was mightily improved by it." "Don't swear, though well you were improved by it, you say pray what is your name?"
Nora ran to him, and he put his arm round her waist. "Now then, Nora, as the carriage comes up, you help me with the big Irish cheer. Hip, hip, hurrah! and Caed Mille a Faitha. Now then, let every one who has got a drop of Irish blood in him or her raise the old cheer." Poor gentle English Mrs. Hartrick turned quite pale when she heard these sounds; but Mr.
"What news from the big house?" "News, is it? Come, Corney, come, girls, bounce; news is it? O, faitha', thin it's I that has the news that will make you all shake your feet to-night." "Blessed saints, Barney what is it?" "A bonfire, Barney! Arra, why, man alive?" "Why?
"I'm one Paddy Cummins, sir, a shister's son of " "Well, Cummins, I'm very happy to hear that you were edified, and happier still that you had sense to perceive the side upon which truth lay." "Faitha, thin, your reverence, I seen that widout much throuble; but, sure they say, sir, there's to be a power of us turnin' over to yez."
Faitha, sir, there was mighty fine discoorsin' in it about rail-ligion?" "O! the sermon did you hear it, my good man?" "Faitha, sir, I was there sure enough, in spite o' Father M'Cabe, an' all." "Sit down, my good friend, sit down well, you attended the sermon, you say pray how did you like it?"
"Faitha, sir, I couldn't exactly say, but every one says it. It's said we're to get five guineas a head, sir, and be provided for afther; I have nine o' them, sir, eight crathurs and Biddy herself she can't spake English, but, wid the help o' God, I could consthre it for her. Faith, she'd make a choice Prodestan, sir, for wanst she takes a thing into her head the devil wouldn't get it out.
They immediately recognized "the poor scholar," and in a moment were attempting to recover him. "Why thin, my poor fellow, what's a shaughran wid you?" Jemmy started for a moment, looked about him, and asked, "Where am I?" "Faitha, thin, you're in Rory Connor's field, widin a few perches of the high-road. But what ails you, poor boy? Is it sick you are?"
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