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the Castle gate. " We have none, plase your Majesty," 

 was the reply to an inquiry she made ; she instantly 

 plucked up her robes of state, and squatting upon the 

 snow, cried, " There's my mark, take it for your coat of 

 arms, and the Devil a one shall have another copy of 

 it." She forgot the motto ; what the figure is called in 

 heraldry I know not, but to this day the M'Murdochs 

 bear it ; and every pat of butter on the estate is marked 

 with its impression. Miss M'Murdoch can do what 

 no other lady in Dublin would find comfortable — sit 

 upon her anns whenever she pleases, and yet be in an 

 elegant position. 



END OF CHAPTER IX. 



