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 This night is it?

This night. "It isn't fitting," says the priesteen, "to have his likeness lodging with an orphaned girl." (To Christy.) God save you, mister!

God save you kindly!

Well, aren't you a little smiling fellow? It should have been great and bitter torments did rouse your spirits to a deed of blood.

It should, maybe.

It's more than "maybe" I'm saying, and it'd soften my heart to see you sitting so simple with your cup and cake, and you fitter to be saying your catechism than slaying your da.

There's talking when any'd see he's fit to be