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“Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. Mother and Son. But I should certainly want to be rid of Mr. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. "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.
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