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Delacour; but in a bye-battle, in a corner, she carried every thing before her; and she triumphantly whispered, "We shall see, ma'am, that it will turn out, as I told you, that Miss Rachel, or Virginia, or whatever he pleases to call her, has been what I said; and, as I said, nobody will visit her, not a soul: fifty people I can count who have declared to me they've made up their minds; and my own's made up, I candidly confess; and Lady Delacour, I am sure by her silence and looks, is of my way of thinking, and has no opinion of the young lady: as to Miss Portman, she is, poor thing, of course, so wrapped up in her own affairs, no wonder she says nothing.

"Why, indeed, sir, unless it is to cool her down!" said the man. "Or unless she fancies it's blood," said the woman. "She'd as soon walk through that as anything else, I think, when her own's up!" We passed not far from the house a few minutes afterwards.

It's little then she knows about my feelings, for it'll be to lose the one bright thing outer my life as has ever come in it. 'Go back to her own! Like as not her own's a mother like them fine ones I see on the Avenoos as leaves their little ones to grow up with hired nurses.

I've been married eleven years, and I've allwiz prayed the dear Lord to gimme childring. Got any? On'y one little girl; but I want to adopt another from the birth, so as to have something to love when my own's growed up." Glory supposed that Polly could see her baby at any time, but the woman answered doubtfully: "Can she see baby? Well, I would rather not, certingly.

"Ah, don't be being jealous of that," says she; "I didn't hear a sentence of your honour's wake till it was all over, or it would have gone hard with me but I would have been at it sure; but I was forced to go ten miles up the country three days ago to a wedding of a relation of my own's, and didn't get home till after the wake was over; but," says she, "it won't be so, I hope, the next time, please your honour."

Then suddenly all her passion of grief over him broke out. "But it does matter!" she cried. "And you OUGHT to be happy, you ought to try to be happy, to live to be happy. How could I bear to think your life wouldn't be a happy one!" "Your own's been bad enough, mater, but it hasn't left you so much worse off than the folk who've been happier. I reckon you've done well. And I am the same.

I tell ell you, Bil lilly Bradly, that you'll never die on your bed for that night's wo ork." "And even if I don't, Ned, you won't have my account to answer for." "An' mighty glad I am of it: my own own's bad enough, God knows, an' for the mat matther o' that here's God pardon us all, barrin' that ould cardin' sinner amin, acheerna villish, this night! Boys, I'll sing-yes a song."

'Ah, don't be being jealous of that, says she; 'I didn't hear a sentence of your honour's wake till it was all over, or it would have gone hard with me but I would have been at it, sure; but I was forced to go ten miles up the country three days ago to a wedding of a relation of my own's, and didn't get home till after the wake was over.