"There's a deal of sickness there.

You wouldn't know what it might be going to be." Somehow this thought of hers for me touched me more than anything else.
"I'll keep away, Nora," I said, "unless it might be that I ought to go.
We weren't afraid of the famine fever in the old times.

If there were to be such a thing again we might have to do what we did then." "Ye died with the people then," she said, pausing with her hand on the door-handle.

"But sure, why would there be the fever?
Isn't there as fine a crop as ever was seen of potatoes?
And Master Richard wouldn't let you put a hair of your head in danger.

I'm not sayin' there's anything in the sickness.