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’ ‘But tell,’ demanded Melusine impatiently. It’s on the horse. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually. She is, in her way, a dear. Which is the nearest way to the river?" "Why, it's an awkward road to direct you," returned Jonathan. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. "I am only fit for such as him.
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