Could he fairly blame Sabina for acting in a similar way with precisely the same excuse?
He felt the necessity for speaking very sternly.
"Will you get out of this ?" he said, "for I'm in dread but I might raise my hand to you if you stand there talking to me any more.

You'd provoke the patience of a saint; but I wouldn't like to have it cast up to me after that ever I struck you." "I'm going.

You needn't think I'm wanting to stay.

There's plenty will be glad to get me, and pay me more wages than ever you done." Doyle recognised the truth of this.

He had got Sabina cheap--cheap even by the standard of wages which prevails in Connacht.