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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER XXVII
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Gradually, however, she breathed more freely; a pale red tinged her cheek for a moment, after which, a greater paleness settled upon it again.
The pedlar shook his head.

"Ah," he exclaimed, "they are hard times, sure enough; may the Lord bring us all safe through them! Well, I see I'm not likely to make my fortune among you," he added, smiling, "so I must tramp on, but any way, I must thank you for house-room and your civility." "I'd offer something to ait," said Mrs.Sullivan, with evident pain, "but the truth is--" "Not a morsel," replied the other, "if the house was overflown.'.

God bless you all--God bless you." Mave, almost immediately after her brother had concluded, passed to another room, and returned just as the old pedlar had gone out.

She instantly followed him with a hasty step; while he, on hearing her foot, turned round.
"You told me that you admired my hair," she said, on coming up to him.
"Now, supposin' I'm willin' to sell it to you, what ought I to get for it ?" "Don't be alarmed by what they say inside," replied the pedlar; "any regular doctor would tell that, in these times, it's safer to part wid it--that I may be happy but I'm tellin' you thruth.

What is it worth?
What are you axin ?" "I don't know; but for God's sake cut it off, and give me the most you can afford for it.


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