‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. "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. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. F. Are you satisfied?’ Grudgingly, Jack Kimble took back the coins.
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