"
"Oh, you desaver, is that the feelin' you have for me, when I thought
you'd be a guard an' a projection to me? You know I have the money, you
sconce, an' how comfortable it 'ud keep us, if you'd only see what's
good for you. You blarnied an' palavered me, you villain, till you
gained my infections an' thin you tuck the cholic as an excuse to lave
me in a state of dissolution an' disparagement. You promised to marry
me, an' you had no notion of it."
"You're not the only one he has disgraced, Mrs. Doran," said Donovan.
"A purty way he came down, himself an' his father, undher pretence of
coortin' my daughter. He should lay down his ten guineas, too, to show
us what he had to begin the world wid, the villain!--an' him had no
notion of it aither."
"An' he should send this girl to make me go to the priest to have him
and her called, the reprobate," said Nick Flattery; "an' him had no
notion of it aither."
"Sure he sent us all there," exclaimed Donovan.
"He did," said the old woman.
"Not a doubt of it," observed Flattery.
"Ten guineas!" said the housekeeper. "An' so you brought my ten guineas
in your pocket to coort another girl! Aren't you a right profligate?"
"Yes," said Donovan, "aren't you a right profligate?"
"Answer the dacent people," said Mattery, "aren't you a right
profligate?"
"Take the world asy, all of ye," replied Phelim.
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