he housekeeper, "by the crook on the fire, I'd
lave you a mark."
"I mane you for one, thin, since you provoke me," replied Donovan.
"For one, is it?" said Nick; "an' who's the other, i' you plase?"
"Your brother's daughter," he replied. "Do you think I'd even (*
compare) my daughter to a thief?"
"Be gorra," observed Phelim, "that's too provokin', an' what I wouldn't
bear. Will ye keep the pace, I say, till I spake a word to Mrs Doran?
Mrs. Doran, can I have a word or two wid you outside the house?"
"To be sure you can," she replied; "I'd give you fair play, if the
diouol was in you."
Phelim, accordingly, brought her out, and thus accosted her,--
"Now, Mrs. Doran, you think I thrated you ondacent; but do you see that
book?" said he, producing a book of ballads, on which he had sworn many
a similar oath before? "Be the contints o' that book, as sure as you're
beside me, it's you I intind to marry. These other two--the curse o'
the crows upon them! I wish we could get them from about the place--is
bothyrin' for love o' me, an' I surely did promise to get myself called
to them. They wanted it to be a promise of marriage; but, says I, 'sure
if we're called together it's the same, for whin it comes to that, all's
right,'--an' so I tould both o' them, unknownst to one another. Arra,
be me sowl, you'd make two like them, so you would; an' if you hadn't
a penny, I'd marry you afore aither o' them to-morrow. Now, there's the
whole sacret, an' don't be onaisy about it. Tell Father O'Hara how it
is, whin you go home, an' that he must call the three o' you to me agin
on next Sunday, and the Sunday afther, plase Goodness; jist that I may
keep my promise to them. You know I couldn't have luck or grace if I
marrid you wid the sin of two broken promises on me."
"My goodness, Phelim, but you tuck a, burdyeen off o' me! Faix, you'll
see how happy we'll be."
"To be sure we will! But I'm tould you're sometimes crass, Mrs. Doran.
Now, you must promise to be kind an' lovin' to the childre, or be the
vestment, I'll break off the match yet."
"Och, an' why wouldn't I, Phelim, acushla? Sure that's but rason."
"Well, take this book an' swear it. Be gorra, your word won't do,
for it's a thing my mind's made up on. It's I that'll be fond o' the
childre."
"An' how am I to swear it, Phelim? for I never tuck an oath myself yet."
"Take the book in your hand, shut one eye, and say the words afther me.
Be the contints o' this b
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