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Updated: June 10, 2025

"Och, the crathur," he said, "and it might aisy have hit her, very aisy. Miself's the quare divil." Once the police and their prisoner had gone, Denis having been brought into the Ryans' house, a deep and melancholy hush settled down upon Lisconnel, as if a murky wing had flapped out its brief flare of excitement.

Jane Barlow - Strangers at Lisconnel