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The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain

CHAPTER XV
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He accordingly posted it at a rapid rate to Ballytrain, accompanied by Dandy and his dulcimer, who, except during the evenings among the servants in the hotel, had very little opportunity of creating a sensation, as he thought he would have done as an amateur musician in the metropolis.
"Musha, you're welcome back, sir," said Pat Sharpe, on seeing the stranger enter the Mitre; "troth, we were longin' for you, sir.

And where is herself, your honor ?" "Whom do you mean, Pat ?" said the stranger, sharply.
Pat pointed with his thumb over his shoulder toward Red Hall.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, with a laugh, "by my soul I knew you'd manage it well.

And troth, I'll drink long life an' happiness an' a sweet honeymoon to yez both, this very night, till the eyes stand in my head.

Ah, thin, but she is the darlin', God bless her!" If a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet, the stranger could not have felt more astonishment; but that is not the word--sorrow--agony--indignation.
"Gracious heaven!" he exclaimed, "what is this?
what villanous calumny has gone abroad ?" Here Dandy saw clearly that his master was in distress, and generously resolved to step in to his assistance.
"Paudeen," said he, "you know nothing about this business, my hurler.
You're a day before the fair.


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