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 "let you walk down now and tell the priest you'll wed the Widow Casey in a score of days."

And what kind was she?

A walking terror from beyond the hills, and she two score and five years, and two hundredweights and five pounds in the weighing scales, with a limping leg on her, and a blinded eye, and she a woman of noted misbehaviour with the old and young.

Glory be!

And what did he want driving you to wed with her? (She takes a bit of the chicken.)

He was letting on I was wanting a protector from the harshness of the world, and he without a thought the whole while but how he'd have her hut to live in and her gold to drink.