She placed hers in it.
He raised it to his lips, bending low as if it had been the lily white hand of the fairest lady in the land, instead of the fat, rough, red hand of an old Irish washer-woman.
"Sure, it's mighty bad taste ye have," said Tim with a sly laugh.
"It's not her hand I'd be kissin'." "Bad luck to ye! Have ye no manners ?" said Nora, jerking away her hand in confusion.
"I thank you with all my heart," said Kalmar, gravely bowing with his hand upon his heart.

"And will you now and then look over--overlook--oversee--ah yes, oversee this little girl ?" "Listen to me now," cried Mrs.Fitzpatrick.

"Can she clear out thim men from her room ?" nodding her head toward Paulina.
"There will be no men in her house." "Can she kape thim out?
She's only a wake craythur anyway." "Paulina," said her husband.
She came forward and, taking his hand, kissed it, Mrs.Fitzpatrick looking on in disgust.
"This woman asks can you keep the men out of your room," he said in Galician.
"I will keep them out," she said simply.
"Aye, but can she ?" said Mrs.Fitzpatrick, to whom her answer had been translated.
"I can kill them in the night," said Paulina, in a voice of quiet but concentrated passion.
"The saints in Hivin be above us! I belave her," said Mrs.Fitzpatrick, with a new respect for Paulina.

"But fer the love o' Hivin, tell her there is no killin' in this counthry, an' more's the pity when ye see some men that's left to run about." "She will keep the children safe with her life," said Kalmar.

"She had no money before, and she was told I was dead.