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stumps and make more money to buy me a hat 

 and feather that'll squash Mrs Mooney's? ' And 

 Mick he'll say, ' Sure, Norah, how'm I to make 

 more money when these Social chaps won't let 

 me earn more'n five pound a week? ' And 



what'U she say but ' Be d d to SociaHsm, I 



want a blazin' big hat wid a feather twice as big as 

 Mrs Mooney's, and I'm goin' to get it — ' " 



" That's not the point at isha — " 



" Isha or not, you see here. You may plot and 

 plan and collar your masther's money and pay 

 it out all round to the hkes of yourseK, but it's 

 the wimmen'll quare your pitch, for, begob, a 

 man may get rid of a master but he'll never get 

 rid of a mistress as long as the world rowls and 

 wather runs. Tell me," said Moriarty, with his 

 eyes examining Mr Piper's legs critically and not 

 compHmentarily, " tell me now — are you wan 

 of them chaps the masther spakes of who're 

 always boo-hooin' about the soldiers and ba- 

 haain' about the sailors, and wishin' to Hve in 

 pace and contintment, sittin' on your starns under 

 fig trees wid the figs droppin' into your open gobs?" 



Mr Piper explained that he was a peace party man. 



" I thought you was," said Moriarty, still with 

 his eyes fixed on his examinee's legs, " and, faith, 

 I'm almost converted meself to the cause whin 

 I look at you. We had a man wanst, and he might 

 ha' been your twin brother, and he came down 

 to Cloyne, lecturin' on all thim things, and settin' 

 up to contist the seat in ParU'mint wid ould Mr 



