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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER IV
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I wondher you're not afeard that some of them might come back to yourself, an' fall upon your own head.

If ever a man tempted Providence you do." "Ah, dear me!" he exclaimed, with a derisive sneer, rendered doubly repulsive by his own hideous and disfigured face, "how pious we are! Providence, indeed! Much I care about Providence, you hardened jade, or you aither, whatever puts the word into your purty mouth.

Providence! oh, how much we regard it, as if Providence took heed of what we do.
Go an' get me somethin' to put to this swellin', you had betther; or if it's goin' to grow religious you are, be off out o' this; we'll have none of your cant or pishthrougues here." "What's this ?" inquired Sarah, seating; herself on a three legged stool, "the ould work, is it?
bell-cat, bell-dog.

Ah, you're a blessed pair an' a purty pair, too; you, wid your swelled face an' blinkin' eye.

Arrah, what dacent man gave you that?
An' you," she added, turning to her step-mother, "wid your cheeks poulticed, an' your eye blinkin' on the other side--what a pair o' beauties you are, ha! ha! ha! I wouldn't be surprised if the divil an' his mother fell in consate wid you both!--ha! ha!" "Is that your manners, afther spendin' the night away wid yourself ?" asked her father, angrily.


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