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the house, Moriarty at intervals striking funereal 

 drum notes on the donkey's ribs. 



Mrs DriscoU met them at the door. 



" That's right, Moriarty," said she, " you 

 haven't let the hat off her, have you? " 



" She tuck it off," said Moriarty, " and I put it 

 on her head again wid me own hands — what's that 

 you say? Have I kep her out of the wind? Which 

 wind d'y mane, or what are you talkin' about? 

 Here you are, take her into the house, for I have 

 me stables to look after and its close on wan." 



Mrs DriscoU disappeared into the house, bearing 

 in her arms the last of the Frenchs. Poor child! 

 If ever anyone stood a chance of being killed by 

 kindness it was she. 



Muffled to death. 



Many an invahd has gone through that martyr- 

 dom and sure process of extinction. 



