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d go when he came in that night till he had promised to vote as the priest wished." "Patsy Rogan is an ignorant man," said Annie, "there are many like him even here." "Ah, sure there will be always some like him. Don't we like to believe the priest can do all things." "But Kate doesn't believe the priest can do these things. Anyhow she's married, and there will be an end to all the work that has been going on." "That's true for you, Annie, and that's just what I came to talk to you about. I think now she's married we ought to give her a chance. Every girl ought to get her chance, and the way to put an end to all this talk about her will be for you to come round to the dance to-night." "I don't know that I can do that. I am not friends with the Kavanaghs, though I always bid them the time of day when I meet them on the road." "If you come in for a few minutes, or if Pat were to come in for a few minutes. If Peter and Pat aren't friends they'll be enemies." "Maybe they'd be worse enemies if I don't keep Pat out of Kate's way. She's married Peter; but her mind is not settled yet." "Yes, Annie, I've thought of all that; but they'll be meeting on the road, and, if they aren't friends, there will be quarrelling, and some bad deed may be done." Annie did not answer, and, thinking to convince her, Mary said:-- "You wouldn't like to see a corpse right over your window." "It ill becomes you, Mary, to speak of corpses after the blow that Peter gave Pat with his stick at Ned Kavanagh's wedding. No; I must stand by my son, and I must keep him out of the low Irish, and he won't be safe until I get him a good wife." "The low Irish! indeed, Annie, it ill becomes you to talk that way of your neighbours. Is it because none of us have brass knockers on our doors? I have seen this pride growing up in you, Annie Connex, this long while. There isn't one in the village now that you've any respect for except the grocer, that black Protestant, who sits behind his counter and makes money, and knows no enjoyment in life at all." "That's your way of looking at it; but it isn't mine. I set my face against my son marrying Kate Kavanagh, and you should have done the same." "Something will happen to you for the cruel words you have spoken to me this day." "Mary, you came to ask me to your son's wedding, and I had to tell you--" "Yes, and you've told me that you won't come, and that you hate the Kavanaghs, and you'v
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