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I explained something of my changed life; I told of my work and what I had tried to do and I closed with an account of the vision in the fields not far from where we sat. "Aye," he would say occasionally, "aye, 'deed it's quare how things turn out." When I ended the story of the vision he said: "Ye haaven't forgot how t' tell a feery story ye wor i' good at that!"
It'll be stuffy wi' all th' people an' the corpse in Lecky's." "Aye," he said, "I'll do all I can." To Kitty she said, "I've asked Johnny t' keep gey close t' ye till it's all over, Kitty. Ye'll understand." "Aye," Kitty said, "Henry loved 'im more'n aany maan on th' Lough!" "Had tay yit?" Willie Withero asked as he blundered in on the scene. "No, Willie, 'deed we haaven't thought ov it!"
"But as I was a-sayin' bhoy, I haaven't had a rale good laugh since she died; haave I, Mary?" "I haaven't naither," Mary said. "Aye, but ye've had double throuble, dear." "We never let trouble rob us of laughter when I was here." "Because whin ye wor here she was here too. In thim days whin throuble came she'd tear it t' pieces an' make fun ov aych piece, begorra.
"I don't mind a good bowl ov broth, Anna, but I'd prefer a bowl jist a bowl of good broth!" "Ye've had larks for breakvist surely, haaven't ye, Billy?" Anna said. "No, I didn't, but there's a famine of good broth these days. When I was young we had the rale McKie!" Billy took a bowl, nevertheless, and went to Jamie's bench to "sup" it. Eliza Wallace, the fish woman, came in.
My father took his pipe out of his mouth and looked inquisitively at Billy. "M' head's spinnin' 'round like a peerie!" he exclaimed. "Whin did ye ate aanything?" asked the sweep. "Yestherday." "Aye, well, it's th' mate ye haaven't in yer bowels that's makin' ye feel quare." "What's th' matther wi th' invintor?" Anna asked. Billy had removed his pipe and was staring vacantly into space.
"'Tell 'im whin he comes, says she, 'that I put th' handles ov a plow in his han's an' he's t' let go ov thim only in death. "'I'll tell 'm, says I, 'but it's yerself that'll be here whin he comes, says I. She smiled like an' says she, 'What ye don't know, Jamie, wud make a pretty big library. 'Aye, says I, 'I haaven't aany doubt ov that, Anna." "There was a loud knock at the door."
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