"You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she vainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here. "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. And that would spoil it. "In my opinion, Sir Rowland," suggested Jonathan; "you'd better allow the court to remain open. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones.
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