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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER II
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I provoked him too much, though." "I think so," said Sullivan.

"Indeed, to tell you the truth, I had as little notion that you wore jokin' as he had." "That's my drame out last night, at all events," said Donnel.
"How is that ?" asked Sullivan, as they approached the door.
"Why," said he, "I dreamed that I was lookin' for a hammer at your house, an' I thought that you hadn't one to give me; but your daughter Mave came to me, and said, 'here's a hammer for you, Donnel, an' take care of it, for it belongs to Condy Dalton.' I thought I took it, an' the first thing I found myself doin' was drivin' a nail in what appeared to be my own coffin.

The same dhrame would alarm me but that I know that dhrames goes by contrairies, as I've reason to think this will." "No man understands these things better than yourself, Donnel," said Sullivan; "but, for my part, I think there's a dangerous kick in the boy that jist left us; and I'm much mistaken or the world will hear of it an' know it yet." "Well, well," said Donnel Dhu, in a very Christian-like spirit, "I fear you're right, Jerry; but still let us hope for the best." And as he spoke, they entered the house..


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