I'm a Catholic and a member of the League.

What do you mean, you Souper, you Sour-face, by talking to me about Irish manufactures?
Get out of this house, and go to the hell that's waiting for you!' As Hyacinth turned to go, there flashed across his mind the recollection of Miss Goold and her friends who wrote for the _Croppy_.
'There's one paper in Ireland, anyhow,' he said, 'which is not afraid of your wife nor your Archbishop.

I'll write to the _Croppy_, and you'll see if they won't publish the facts.' Mr.Dowling grinned.
'I don't care if they do,' he said.

'The priests are dead against the _Croppy_, and there's hardly a man in the town reads it.

Go up there now to Hely's and try if you can buy a copy.