Curse upon this Whiteboy business, I wish it never
had come into the counthry at all."
"Sally, I must see him; you know I must. But tell me how it happened?
Was it at home he was taken?"
"No; he was taken this mornin' in the market. I was wid him sellin' some
chickens. What'll you and Sam Appleton do, Phelim?"
"Uz! Why, what danger is there to either Sim or me, you darlin'?"
"I'm sure, Phelim, I don't know; but he tould me, that if I was provided
for, he'd be firm, an' take chance of his thrial. But, he says, poor
man, that it 'ud break his heart to be thransported, lavin' me behind
him wid' nobody to take care o' me.--He says, too, if anything 'ud make
him stag, it's fear of the thrial goin' against himself; for, as he said
to me, what 'ud become of you, Sally, if anything happened me?"
A fresh flood of tears followed this disclosure, and Phelim's face,
which was certainly destined to undergo on that day many variations of
aspect, became remarkably blank.
"Sally, you insinivator, I'll hould a thousand guineas you'd never guess
what brought me here to-day?"
"Arrah, how could I, Phelim? To plan some thin' wid my fadher, maybe."
"No, but to plan somethin' wid yourself, you coaxin' jewel you. Now
tell me this--Would you marry a certain gay, roguish, well-built young
fellow, they call Bouncin' Phelim?"
"Phelim, don't be gettin' an wid your fun now, an' me in affliction.
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