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The queer dying fellow's beyond looking over the ditch. He's come up, I'm thinking, stealing your hens. (Looks over his shoulder.) God help me, he's following me now (he runs into room), and if he's heard what I said, he'll be having my life, and I going home lonesome in the darkness of the night.

God save all here!

God save you kindly!

I'd trouble you for a glass of porter, woman of the house. (He puts down coin.)

You're one of the tinkers, young fellow, is beyond camped in the glen?