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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER VIII
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Do you think I'd let her stay in till the maggot bit you?
Oh, ay, indeed! In the mane time, as soon as you are done breakfast, I want you in the study, to put the bindage on that ould, good-for-nothin' leg o' yours; an' mark my words, let there be no shirkin' now, for on it must go, an' will, too.

If I see that Hanlon, I'll tell him you want to see him, Master Richard; an' now that I'm on it, I had betther say a word to you before I go; bekaise when I do go, you'll have no one to guide you, God help you, or to set you a Christian patthern.

You see that man sittin' there wid that bad leg, stretched out upon the chair ?" "I do, Jemmy--ha, ha, ha! Well, what next ?" "That man was the worst patthern ever you had.

In the word, don't folly his example in anything--in any one single thing, an' then there may be some chance o' you still.

I'll want you by-an'-by in the study, I tould you." These last words were addressed to his master, at whom he looked as one might be supposed to do at a man whose case, in a moral sense, was hopeless; after which, having uttered a groan that seemed to imitate the woeful affliction he was doomed, day by day, to suffer, he left the room.
It is not our intention, neither is it necessary that we should enter into the particulars of the interview which Hanlon had that morning with young Dick.


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