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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER III
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There," he added, fixing it upon them; "it helps to keep you warm at any rate; an' it's surely betther to have it so employed than hangin' idle, as I said, against the wall." M'Gowan immediately sat up in the bed, and putting down his hands, removed the coat.
"We don't want it at all," he replied; "take it away, Jerry--do, for heaven's sake.

The night's not at all so cowld as you think, an' we'll keep one another warm enough wid-out it, never fear." "Troth you do want it," said Sullivan; "for fareer gair, it's the light coverin' that's over you an' them, poor boys.

Heighho, Dan, see what innocence is--poor things, they're sound already--an' may God pity them an' provide for them, or enable me to do it!" And as he looked down upon the sleeping lads, the tears came so abundantly to his eyes, that he was forced to wipe them away.

"Keep the coat, Dan," he added; "you do want it." "No," replied the other.

"The truth is, I couldn't sleep under it.


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