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Rh house, so I tould Cormac that to-night, as soon as the childher were in bed, I’d send you over with a pinch.”

Every one of Darby’s four bones stiffened an’ a mortial chill sthruck into his heart.

“Listen, darlint,” she says, “the storm’s dying down, so while you’re putting on your greatcoat I’ll wrap up the bit of tay.” He shook her hand from his chowldhers.

“Woman,” he says, with bitther politeness, “I think you said that had a great chanst to get credit for our  sowls. That’s what I think you raymarked and stibulated,” says he.

“Arrah, shouldn’t a woman have great praise an’ credit who’ll send her husband out on such a night as this,” his wife says. “The worse the con-ditions, the more credit she’ll get. If a ghost were to jump at ye as you go past the churchyard, oughtn’t I be the happy woman entirely?” says Bridget.

There was a kind of a tinkle in her woice, such as comes when Bridget is telling jokes, so Darby, with a sudden hope in his mind, turned quick to look at her. But there she stood grim, unfeeling, an’ daytermined as a pinted gun.

“Oh, ho! is that the way it is?” he says. “Well, Rh