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 They're turning again you. Come on, or you'll be hanged, indeed.

I'm thinking, from this out, Pegeen'll be giving me praises, the same as in the hours gone by.

Come by the back-door. I'd think bad to have you stifled on the gallows tree.

I will not, then. What good'd be my lifetime if I left Pegeen?

Come on, and you'll be no worse than you were last night; and you with a double murder this time to be telling to the girls.

I'll not leave Pegeen Mike.

Isn't there the match of her in every parish public, from Binghamstown unto the plain of