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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER VII
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I'll come back wid the heifer fullfut.

Troth they're in utther misery, Darby." "Poor things!--an' no wondher, wid such a haythen of a father; but, Jemmy, bring the heifer here first till I look at it, an' the sooner you bring it here the sooner they'll have relief, the crathurs." It is not our intention to follow up this iniquitous bargain any further; it is enough to say that the heifer passed from Jemmy's possession into his, at about the fourth part of its value.
To those who had money he was a perfect honey-comb, overflowing with kindness and affection, expressed in such a profusion of warm and sugary words, that it was next to an impossibility to doubt his sincerity.
"Darby," said a very young female, on whose face was blended equal beauty and sorrow, joined to an expression that was absolutely death-like, "I suppose I needn't ax you for credit ?" He shook his head.
"It's for the couple," she added, "an' not for myself.

I wouldn't ax it for myself.

I know my fault, an' my sin, an' may God forgive myself in the first place, an' him that brought me to it, an' to the shame that followed it! But what would the ould couple do now widout me ?" "An' have you no money?
Ah, Margaret Murtagh! sinful creature--shame, shame, Margaret.

Unfortunate girl that you are, have you no money ?" "I have not, indeed; the death of my brother Alick left us as we are; he's gone from them now; but there was no fear of me goin' that wished to go.


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