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But, maybe, you have got the fourteen dollars in your pocket at this moment of spaking; or maybe you have spint it in buying pig-iron to make gridirons, in order to fry your mate of a Friday; and when your praste comes to visit you, if he does not see it itself, he smells it.
Now, mother, in all God's Word there is never a bit about confessing to a praste, but a great deal about praying and confessing to God himself. But, you see, if all our people knew that same, sorra a bit o' money would go to the praste's pocket in comparison to what he gets now. It's that, mother dear, that makes him so afraid we shall learn.
But these are not ordinary circumstances; and it would be courting the direst misfortunes, nay, almost braving Providence, to place yourself in the hands of that scoundrel again, now that you are clear of them." "Spike's a willian!" muttered Jack. "And my desartin' the missus would be a sin that no praste would overlook aisily," put in Biddy.
"I am a widdy, Owen." The cobbler made a feint to rise, but sank back, repeating, at the top of his breath, "Ye're the loire!" "What do ye mane?" sternly demanded John. "Ye know I've had me throuble. Ye know I've lost me wife in the old counthry. It's a year gone. Was the praste that wrote the letther a loire?" "I have a towken that ye're not the widdy ye think ye are."
'Are ye, thin? says I. He goes away that night, an' the next mornin' I have a lether from him, sayin' he's shtartin' that day for Canaday. He hadn't the heart to tell me to me face. Fwaht do I do thin? I begs, borrers, an' stales, an' I reached that ship wan minnit before she sailed. There was no praste aboord, but we was married six weeks afther at Quebec.
His cousin by marriage crawled to the fence and sat up, without replying. "I've the flask in me pouch, Owen." "Kape it there." "But sure if ye foight wid me ye'll dhrink wid me?" "I'll not dhrink a dhrop wid ye." The cobbler panted heavily. "The loikes of you that do be goin' to marry on a Frinch quarther-brade, desavin' her, and the father and the mother and the praste, that you do be a widdy."
Shure the Cure was for iver broken-hearted, for that he was sick abed for days an' could not go to the house when the woman died, an' say to Rosalie, 'Let me in for her last hour. But the word of Rosalie shure 'twas as good as the words of a praste, savin' the Cure prisince wheriver he may be!" This was the story of Rosalie which Mrs.
"I only asked you, or tried to ask you, if he would be likely to require you to tattle and to be a tell-tale, if he were so good as you describe him?" "It were jist putting before me eyes the maneness of the man. Is that nothing at all, and he a praste?" "Well, well, Annorah, we will say no more about him now. I am tired, and must rest. You won't mind being still a while?"
We've been hearin' all this about ye, an' not a bit of it true. Our people was about to set fire to your schule-house in faith, they said they'd give ye a dressin' of tar an' fithers, an' our praste forbid it." "I knew nothing of that," said I; "but I wanted you to understand me before I left, which will be in four weeks.
And indade, it's mesilf that's thinking the blissid St. Pathrick would be afther misthaking him for a good Catholic!" "And what did he say, honey dear? did he think he could be afther comforting the likes of us?" "Thrath, and he did; it was himsilf that said niver a word when I was spaking to him about it, but was afther showering a blissing upon us, the dear sowl!" "But what will the praste say?
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