Whisper, man.

If you doubt what I'm sayin', watch the north corner of the orchard about nine to-night, an' you'll see a meetin' between her an' O'Rorke.

God be wid you! I must go." "Stop!" said the Boxer; "don't--but do get a charm for the money." "Good-by," said Nell; "_you_ a heart wid your money! No; _damnho sherry_ on the charm ever I'll get you till you show more spunk.

You! My curse on the money, man, when your disgrace is consarned!" Nell passed rapidly, and with evident indignation out of the room; nor could any entreaty on the part of the Dead Boxer induce her to return and prolong the dialogue.
She had said enough, however, to produce in his bosom torments almost equal to those of the damned.

In several of their preceding dialogues, she had impressed him with a belief that young Lamh Laudher was the person who had robbed his wife; and now to the hatred that originated in a spirit of avarice, she added the deep and deadly one of jealousy.