I shall quit this roof to-morrow. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. “I killed him. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. "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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