I would go any length to sarve Charley Hanlon, but I care nothin' for him beyond an acquaintance, although I did like him a little, or I thought I did." "Poor Charley!" exclaimed Nelly, "he'll break his heart.

Arra what'll he do for a piece o' black crape to get into murnin'?
eh--ha! ha! ha!" "If you had made use of them words to me only yesterday," she replied, "I'd punish you on the spot; but now, you unfortunate woman, you're below my anger.

Say what you will or what you wish, another quarrel with you I will never have." "What does she mane ?" said the other, looking fiercely at the Prophet; "I ax you, you traitor, what she manes ?" "Ay, an' you'll ax me till you're hoarse, before you get an answer," he replied.
"You're a dark an' deep villain," she uttered, while her face became crimson with rage, and the veins of her neck and temples swelled out as if they would burst; "however, I tould you what your fate would be, an' that Providence was on your bloody trail.

Ay did I, and you'll find it true soon." The Prophet rose and rushed at her; but Sarah, with the quickness of lightning, flew between them.
"Don't be so mane," she said--"don't now, father, if you rise your hand to her I'll never sleep a night undher the roof.

Why don't you separate yourself from her?
Oh, no, the man that would rise his hand to sich a woman--to a woman that must have the conscience she has--especially when he could put the salt seas between himself an' her--is worse and meaner than she is.