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past one of the wayside cottages, two men 

 and a woman rushed out to stare at us and to 

 give their opinions upon the *' Impress." 

 " Which is she ? '' cried the female, shading 

 her eyes to have a good look, — *^That must 

 be her in front, with his lordship. Oh ! isn't 

 she lovely ? A quane, every inch ! *' 



" Arrah! shut up, woman," said one of the 

 men, testily interrupting her. " That's not 

 her at all, nor a taste Hke her ! The Impress 

 is a good'lookin' woman,^^ I need not say that 

 this genuinely-uttered remark took the wind 

 completely out of my sails, and that I have 

 never since dreamed of comparing my personal 

 appearance with that of any woman whom an 

 Irishman would call ** good-lookin'.'* 



