I'm glad you've got yourself from among these cruel and unconscionable Rapparees--I'm glad you're free; but I tell you that if you had the wealth of Squire Folliard--ay, or of Whitecraft himself, which they say is still greater, I wouldn't become your wife so long as she's in the state she's in." "That's strong language, Ellen, and I am sorry to hear it from you.

My God! can you think of nobody's happiness but the _Cooleen Bawn_'s?
As for me, it's my opinion I like Reilly as well every bit as you do her; but, for all that, not even the state he's in, nor the danger that surrounds him, would prevent me from marryin' a wife--from bindin' your heart and mine together for life, my darlin' Ellen." "Ah! Fergus, you're a man--not a woman--and can't undherstand what true attachment is.

You men never can.

You're a selfish set--at least the most of you are--with some exceptions, I grant." "And, upon my soul, Ellen," replied Fergus, with a good-humored smile, "I'm one of the choicest and natest of the exceptions.

I prefer everybody's happiness to my own--poor Sir Robert Whitecraft's, for instance.