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Who has taken up the stocking and counted the stitches, crying out.

It’s Michael, Cathleen, it’s Michael; God spare his soul, and what will herself say when she hears this story, and Bartley on the sea?

Taking the stocking.

It’s a plain stocking.

It’s the second one of the third pair I knitted, and I put up three score stitches, and I dropped four of them.

Counts the stitches.

It’s that number is in it (crying out.) Ah, Nora, isn’t it a bitter thing to think of him floating that way to the far north, and no one to keen him but the black hags that do be flying on the sea?

Swinging herself round, and throwing out her arms on the clothes.

And isn’t it a pitiful thing when there is