[The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine CHAPTER XVI 5/6
She would only stick me in one of her fits, now that she's able to fight me." "Now, Nelly," said the Prophet, deliberately shutting the door, "I know you to be a hardened woman, that has little fear in your heart.
I think you know me, too, to be a hardened and a determined man.
There, now, I have shut an' boulted the door an' by Him that made me, you'll never lave this house, nor go out of that door a livin' woman, unless you tell me all you know about that Tobaccy-Box.
Now you know my mind an' my coorse--act as you like now." "Ha, ha, ha! Do you think to frighten me ?" she asked, laughing derisively.
"Me!--oh, how much you're mistaken, if you think so! Not that I don't believe you to be dangerous, an' a man that one ought to fear; but I have no fear of you." "Answer me quickly," he replied--and as he spoke, he seized the very same knife from which she had so narrowly escaped in her conflict with Sarah--"answer me, I say; an' mark, I have no reason to wish you alive." And as he spoke, the glare in his eyes flashed and became fearful. "Ah," said she, "there's your daughter's look an' the same knife, too, that was near doin' for me wanst.
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