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God help you! Can't you sit in by the hearth with the light lit and herself beyond in the room? You'll do that surely, for I've heard tell there's a queer fellow above, going mad or getting his death, maybe, in the gripe of the ditch, so she'd be safer this night with a person here.

I'm afeard of Father Reilly, I'm saying. Let you not be tempting me, and we near married itself.

Lock him in the west room. He'll stay then and have no sin to be telling to the priest.

Go up now.

Don't stop me, Michael James. Let me out of the door, I'm saying, for the love of the Almighty God. Let me out (trying to dodge past him). Let me out of it, and may God grant you His indulgence in the hour of need.

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