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Mickey, " things is agen me, but I get it all back again ; I 

 have windfalls of good luck. Yesterday I hooked a salmon 

 that must have weighed 60 pounds." " Did ye catch him ?" 

 said the priest. " Sorra a bit ! I was broke and the fish went 

 off with sixty yards of line," replied Mickey. " Where is 

 the good luck in that ? " asked the priest. " Well, your 

 reverence," answered Mr. Doolan, " it was borrowed tackle, 

 and the big fish might have pulled me in the river and 

 drowned me." 



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" Wilhelmina," said he, hotly and sternly, "it is the first 

 time you ever repulsed me, and it shall be the last," and he 

 rose in all the majesty of four foot nothing, and moved 

 towards the door. " Stay," cried the demoiselle piteously. 

 "Not thus, not thus, O! Caesar! let us not part thus. 

 Stay, my own, and do not blame me," she exclaimed with a 

 little shiver ; " my neck is sensitive ; I stood it as long as I 

 could ; go and warm your nose." 



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A tenant whose Christian name was Charles, called one 

 day about noon to see his landlord in Nidderdale, and while 

 talking in the library a bell rang, and the squire said, " Ah, 

 Charles ! that is my luncheon bell, and as it is about your 

 dinner time, perhaps you will join me ; but I have only some 

 hashed venison." " Thank ye, sir," said Charles, " I shall 

 be very glad, and I'se quite sure that what ye hev will be 

 quite good enough for me." Charles in due time got his 

 first mouthful, and after turning it over and over, eventually 

 managed with a mighty effort to swallow it. Then he looked 

 at the squire, who was eating away with hearty relish. So 

 Charles, feeling a sense of duty, arranged another morsel on 

 his fork, but on getting it within a couple of inches of his 

 mouth he let it drop. The squire observed this and 

 remarked, " I fear, Charles, you do not care for it." And 



