Her mind has been poisoned against him; but little she knows him, or she'd not turn from him as she did.

An' now, Bridget, asthore machree, is it come to this wid me?
I must lave you for ever.

I must lave--as my father said, that went this day to heaven as you know, now--I must lave, as he said, the ould places.

I must go to a strange country, and sleep among a strange people; but it's for the sake of our childre' I do so, lavin' you alone there where you're sleepin'?
I wouldn't lave you if I could help it; but we'll meet yet in heaven, my blessed wife, where there won't be distress, or injustice, or sorrow to part us.

Achora machree, I'm come, then, to take my last farewell of you.