Nanse, you are right in one sinse, and the cook's right in another; you're both right, but at the present spakin' you're both wrong.

Listen--you all know the _Shan-dhinne-dhuv ?_" "Know him! The Lord stand between us and him," replied Nanse; "I hope in God we'll never either know or see him." "You know," proceeded Barney, "that he keeps' the haunted house, and appears in the neighborhood of it ?" "Yes, we know that, achora," replied the cook, sweetly.
"Well, you can't forget Bet Harramount, the witch, that lived for some time in Rathfillan?
She that was hunted in the shape of a white hare by pious Father McFeen's famous greyhound, Koolawn." "Doesn't all the world know it, Barney, avillish ?" said Nanse.
"Divil the word she'll let out o' the poor boy's lips," said the cook, with a fair portion of venom.

Nanse made no reply, but laughed with a certain description of confidence, as she glanced sneeringly at the cook, who, to say the truth, turned her eyes with a fiery and impulsive look towards the ladle.
"Well," proceeded Barney, "you all know that the divil took her and her imp, the white cat, away on the night of the great storm that took place then ?" "We do! Sure we have heard it a thousand times." "Very well--I want to show you that Bet Harramount, the white witch, and the Black Speacthre are sweethearts, and are leadin' a bad life together." "Heavenly father! Saints above! Blessed Mother!" were ejaculated by the whole kitchen.

Barney, in fact, was progressing with great effect.
"O, yez needn't be surprised," he continued, "for it was well known that they had many private meetin's while Bet was livin' in Rathfillan.
But it was thought the devil had taken her away from the priest and magisthrate on the night o' the storm, and so he did; and he best knew why.

Listen, I say--Masther Harry and I went out this day to coorse hares; we went far up into the mountains, and never pulled bridle till we came to the cabin where the witch lived, the same that Koolawn chased her into in the shape of a white hare, after taking a bite out of her--out of the part next her scut.