It will save your honour much writing, with all that you have to do.' 'Do you want me to kick you out of the office, Peter Gill ?' 'No, my lord, I'm going quiet and peaceable.

I'm only asking my rights.' 'You're bidding hard to be kicked out, you are.' 'Am I to leave them here, or will your honour go over the books with me ?' 'Leave the notes, sir, and go to the devil.' 'I will, my lord; and one comfort at least I'll have--it won't be harder to put up with his temper.' Mr.Gill's head barely escaped the heavy account-book which struck the door above him as he escaped from the room, and Mathew Kearney sat back in his chair and grasped the arms of it like one threatened with a fit.
'Where's Miss Kitty--where's my daughter ?' cried he aloud, as though there was some one within hearing.

'Taking the dogs a walk, I'll be bound,' muttered he, 'or gone to see somebody's child with the measles, devil fear her! She has plenty on her hands to do anywhere but at home.

The place might be going to rack and ruin for her if there was only a young colt to look at, or a new litter of pigs! And so you think to frighten me, Peter Gill! You've been doing the same thing every Easter, and every harvest, these five-and-twenty years! I can only say I wish you had kept your threat long ago, and the property wouldn't have as many tumble-down cabins and ruined fences as it has now, and my rent-roll, too, wouldn't have been the worse.

I don't believe there's a man in Ireland more cruelly robbed than myself.