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a Idle bligards, the lot of 'em!" remarks 

 Mr. Sullivan. " I didn't care av they wor 

 transported, every mother's son of 'em. Isn't 

 it bekaise they won't do a stroke of work or 

 strive to airn an honest " 



"Yerra, hould yer tongue, ye omadhaun," 

 breaks in Molly. " It well becomes the likes 

 a you to talk agin thim that wants to free the 

 country." 



I press an explanation on the phrase "free- 

 ing the country." 



" Musha, thin, sir, shur what wid sojers and 

 peelers we're ate up complately, and there's 

 nothing for a poor man, or a poor woman 

 ayther, but to gother what they have an' take 

 it wid 'em to Americay." 



" Baithershin,'' replies Mr. Sullivan, "an' 

 why don't you go to Americay ?" 



Molly does not condescend to give a re- 

 sponse to this suggestion, and the political 

 debate drops dead, nobody caring to resume it. 



Still the rain, the rain, as if there were an 

 ocean emptied upon us. It is as yet only two 

 o'clock. 



I make a sudden resolve. Why not test 



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