A hard life I'll lead between them from this out, espeshially now that she's got the upper hand of me.

Yet what else can I expect or desarve?
This load that is on my conscience is worse.

Night and day I'm sufferin' in the sight of God, an' actin' as if I wasn't to be brought in judgment afore him.

What am I to do?
I wish I was in my grave! But then, agin', how am I to face death ?--and that same's not the worst; for afther death comes judgment! May the Lord prepare me for it, and guide and direct me how to act! One thing, I know, must be done--either she or I will lave this house; for live undher the same roof wid her I will not." She then rose up, looked out of the door a moment, and, resuming her seat, went on with her soliloquy-- "No; he said it was likely he wouldn't be home to-night.

Wanst he gets upon his ould prophecies, he doesn't care how long he stays away; an' why he can take the delight he does in prophesyin' and foretellin' good or evil, accordin' as it sarves his purpose, I'm sure I don't know--espeshially when he only laughs in his sleeve at the people for believin' him; but what's that about poor _Gra Gal_ Sullivan?
She threatened her, and spoke of her father, too, as bein' in it.