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ago? In troth, said Mrs. Darby Pheely, and an't your 

 name Boru, from Born Castle ; you may say that when 

 you write home, and remember me to them all, living 

 or dead. The lady here sprang upon his neck, and 

 kissed him nearly to suffocation. 



Och, and didn't I nurse you, and your brother that 's 

 gone dead before you, for three long years and more ; 

 and an't I your foster-mother, and worse for the matter 

 of that : and did I ever think of meeting you fighting 

 at a bare bait, in company with the Lord Lieutenant, 

 and other gentry? Now, my honey, you shan't go till 

 we are better acquainted ; so come wid me up stairs, 

 and I '11 show you a letter from your own dear father, 

 that he wrote me three months before he died, and 

 therein he spakes of you in bright terms, and sure and 

 you must come up and see it. 



Brian looked for leave, which was granted, and 

 taking the flipper of his friend, he trotted up the 

 tremblers to the lady's bedroom. 



Things turn up very strange, said Sir Shawn ; who 

 would have thought of my friend finding a friend so 

 very apropos as this ? By honour, said the Viceroy, 

 and he may go farther and fare worse, for she is next 

 thing to a beauty ; and I shouldn't care if she smiled 

 upon me in the same way she did upon Brian, when 

 she led him up stairs. 



Presently the parties were alarmed by Darby Pheely, 

 who rushed into the room, and overturned Gram- 

 MACHREE, who had placed his timber leg across the 

 doorway. 



'Justice and satisfaction I want, and will have from 

 your Honour's Lordship's own self, and all about you 



