Call him up." "Perhaps," said Mrs.Lindsay, sharply and disdainfully, "it was the Black Spectre who produced the shower of blood last night ?" "Faith, it's not unlikely," replied her husband, "if he be, as the people think, connected with the devil." In a couple of minutes Barney entered to know what was wanted.
"Barney," said his master, "can you inform us who or what the _Shan-dhinne-dhuv_ is, or why he appears in this neighborhood?
Damn the fellow; he has that house of mine on my hands this many a long year, for I cannot get it set.

I've had priests and parsons to lay him, and for some time we thought the country was free of him; but it was all to no purpose; he was still sure to return, and no earthly habitation should serve him but that unlucky house of mine.

It is very odd that he never began to appear until after my second marriage." "Sir," replied Barney, "I heard something about it; but I'm not clear on it.

To tell you the truth, there's two or three accounts of him; but anyhow, sir, you're in luck for the right one; for if livin' man can give it to you, Bandy Brack, the peddler, is the man.

He's now at his breakfast in the kitchen; but I'll have him up." "Not in the parlor," said his mistress; "a strolling knave like him.
Who ordered him his breakfast in the kitchen without my knowledge ?" she asked.