She did not, Nick, an' you ought to know that it was wrong of her to
come here to-day."
"Well, but what do you intind to do Phelim, avourn--you profligate?"
said the half-angry, half-pacified housekeeper, who, being the veteran,
always led on the charge. "Why, I intind to marry one of you," said
Phelim. "I say, Mrs. Doran, do you see thim ten fingers acrass--be thim
five crasses I'll do what I said, if nothing happens to put it aside."
"Then be an honest man," said Flattery, "an' tell us which o' them you
will marry."
"Nick, don't you know I always regarded your family. If I didn't that
I may never do an ill turn! Now! But some people can't see anything.
Arrah, fandher-an'-whiskey, man, would you expect me to tell out before
all that's here, who I'll marry--to be hurtin' the feelin's of the rest.
Faith, I'll never do a shabby thing."
"What rekimpinse will you make my daughter for bringin' down her name
afore the whole parish, along wid them she oughtn't to be named in the
one day wid?" said Donovan.
"An' who is that, Paddy Donovan?" said the housekeeper, with a face of
flame.
"None of your broad hints, Paddy," said Nick. "If it's a collusion to
Sally Flattery you mane, take care I don't make you ate your words."
"Paddy," exclaimed Phelim, "you oughtn't to be hurtin' their
feelin's!"--(a friendly wink to Paddy.
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