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"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. For that such a man does not mind about the dowry, he must be in love en désespoir. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. He loved you. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. The big pay strikes them; but when they find there's no place to spend it, good-bye!" Tom the cook came in with the chops and the potatoes—the doctor's dinner— and McClintock fell to with a gusto which suggested that there was still some liver under his ribs. It doesn't look bad, does it?" "Mercy, no! That wasn't the thought. I trust that she will not misunderstand me.
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