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22. What in the earthly world is going on outside? Any one would think it was the Fiannta-h-Eireann at their hunting!

's voice. Stop the gap, let you stop the gap, John. Stop that old schemer of a hen flying up on the thatch like as if she was an eagle!

's voice. What can I do, Sibby? I all to had my hand upon her when she flew away!

's voice. She's out into the garden! Follow after her! She has the wide world before her now.

. Sibby he called her. I wonder is it Sibby Coneely's house I am in! If that's so it's a bad chance I have of going out heavier than I came in. I often heard of her, a regular slave driver that would starve the rats. A niggard with her eyes on kippeens, that would skin a flea for its hide! It was the bad luck of the world brought me here, and not a house or a village between this and Tubber. And it isn't much I have left to bring me on there. [Begins emptying out his pockets on the chest.] There's my pipe and not a grain to fill it with! There's my handkerchief I got at the coronation dinner! There's my knife and nothing left of it but the handle. [Shakes his pocket out.] And there's a crust of the last dinner I got, and the last I'm likely to get till to-morrow.