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Rh an’ was so mightily pleased that the next night a jug of the finest poteen was left at Darby’s door.

After that, indade, many’s the winter night, when the snow lay so heavy that no neighbour was stirrin’, and when Bridget and the childher were in bed, Darby sat by the fire, a noggin of hot punch in his hand, argying an’ getting news of the whole worruld. A little man with a goold crown on his head, a green cloak on his back, and one foot trun over the other, sat ferninst him by the hearth. Rh