She went, on the evening before the battle, to a small dark cabin in one of the most densely inhabited parts of the town, where, secure in their privacy, she found Nanse M'Collum, who had never left the town since the night of the robbery, together with the man called Rody, and another hardened ruffian with red hair.
"_Dher ma chuirp_," said she, without even a word of precious salutation, "but I'll,lay my life that Lamh Laudher bates the black.

In that case he'd be higher up wid the town than ever.

He knocked him down last night." "Well," said Rody, "an' what if he does?
I would feel rather satisfied at that circumstance.

I served the black dog for five years, and a more infernal tyrant never existed, nor a milder or more amiable woman than his wife.

Now that you have his money, the sooner the devil gets himself the better." "To the black _diouol_ wid yourself an' your Englified _gosther_," returned Nell indignantly; "his wife! _Damno' orth_, don't make my blood boil by speaking a word in her favor.