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for more than a twel'month, and I afeared to say 

 a word, for the guardians do be strugghn' to get 

 me into the House. Ha'ff-crown a week and a 

 bandage for me poor leg is all I've had out of the 

 blackguyards, and they sittin' on the poor wid 

 one hand and filHn' their bellies wid the other. 

 Atin' and dhrinkin' and havin' the hoight of fine 

 times they do be wid the money of the parish. May 

 it stick in their Uvers till the divil chokes their black 

 mouths with burnin' turves an' bastes them wid 

 the bihn' tears of the poor they do be defraudin'. 

 And they're all up against Mr Michael. Whisht 

 now, and I'll tell you somethin'. Shusey 

 Gallagher, she's servant beyant over there at 

 Blood the farrier's, she tould me to kape it 

 saycret they was going to play their tricks on Mr 

 Michael's horses if he went on let tin' his land to 

 the graziers ; she said they was going to — " 



At this moment the cabin door was flung open, 

 and a ragged urchin popped his head in, shouted 

 " Boo! " and clapped the door to again. It was 

 a favourite pastime with the Cloyne children to 

 shout through old Mrs Moriarty's door and then 

 watch her raging through the window. 



"Away wid yiz 1 " yelled Mrs Moriarty,forgettin' 

 Violet, Mr French's enemies, and everything else 

 in her excitement, turning to the window, where 

 she knew her tormentor would be, and shaking 

 her fist at the grinning face peeping in at her. 

 " Away wid yiz, or I'll cut your lights out, comin' 

 shoutin' through me dure, you divil's baboon wid 



