Furies! I neither know what she is, nor who the other is.

But I will know." "Don't be too sure of that," replied Nell, gliding into the apartment--"You can say little, blackey, or think little, avourneen, that I'll not know.

As to who she is, you needn't ax--she won't be long troublin' you; an' in regard to myself, I'm what you see me.

Arra, _dher ma chuirp_, man alive, I could lave you in one night that a boy in his first _breestha_ (small clothes) could bate the marrow out of you." "Where did you come from now, granny ?" "From her room; she's sick--that was what prevented her from meetin' Lamh Laudher." "Granny, do you know who she is?
I'm tired of her--sick of her." "You know enough about her to satisfy you.

Wasn't she a beautiful creature when Lady S------ tuck her into the family, an' reared her till she was fit to wait upon herself.