No dog can kill her--that's a clear case; but souple as she is, a silver bullet is the only messenger that can overtake her.

Bad luck to her, the thief! sure, if she'd turn to God and repint, it isn't codgerin' wid sich company she'd be, and often in danger, besides, of havin' a greyhound's nose at her flank.

I hope you're satisfied, Masther Harry ?" "Perfectly, Barney; there can be no doubt about it now.

As for my part, I know not what temptation could induce me to enter that haunted house.
I see that I was on dangerous ground when I defied the witch in the hut; but I shall take care to be more cautious in future." They then bent their steps homewards, each sufficiently fatigued and exhausted after the sports of the day to require both food and rest.
Woodward went early to bed, but Barney, who was better accustomed to exercise, having dined heartily in the kitchen, could not, for the soul of him, contain within his own bosom the awful and supernatural adventure which had just occurred.

He assumed, as before, a very solemn and oracular air; spoke little, however, but that little was deeply abstracted and mysterious.