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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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Lege?ids <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> " Good People." 119<br />

wud <strong>the</strong> likes ; an' I swore again dlirinkin' after a time I<br />

was overtaken wud <strong>the</strong> hccor when I ought to be mindin'<br />

a poor neighbour's wife." " Well, this is too bad. Will<br />

"<br />

you even condescend to wear this shawl for my sake %<br />

" Ach, me lady, would you have <strong>the</strong> dirty little gorsoons<br />

roaring after me, an' maybe pelting me with stones, when<br />

I'd be going through <strong>the</strong> village?" "Well, but what<br />

should hinder you from living in this castle all your life<br />

with me, eating and drinking, and wearing <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong><br />

everything % " " Musha, ma'am, I'd only be <strong>the</strong> laughin'<br />

stock o' <strong>the</strong> fine ladies and gentlemen. I'd have no ould<br />

neighbour to have a shanachus (gossip) wud, and what<br />

'ud <strong>the</strong> craythurs <strong>of</strong> women do for me in me own place,<br />

when <strong>the</strong>ir time 'ud be come 1 " " Alas ! alas ! Is <strong>the</strong>re<br />

any way in which I can show you how grateful I am for<br />

your help and your skill ? " " Musha, indeed is <strong>the</strong>re,<br />

ma'am. My poor girshach, Jude, is lying under a sore<br />

leg for a twelvemonth, an' I'm sure that <strong>the</strong> lord or yourself<br />

can make her as sound as a bell if you only say <strong>the</strong><br />

word." "Ask me anything but that, and you shall have<br />

it." " Oh, lady, dear, that's giving me everything but<br />

<strong>the</strong> thing I want." " You don't know <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fence your<br />

daughter gave to us, I am sure, or you would not ask me<br />

to cure her." "Judy <strong>of</strong>fend you, ma'am ! Oh, it's impossible<br />

" ! " Not at all ; and this is <strong>the</strong> way it happened.<br />

"You know that all <strong>the</strong> fairy court enjoy <strong>the</strong>ir lives in<br />

<strong>the</strong> night only, and we frequently go through <strong>the</strong> country,<br />

and hold our feasts where <strong>the</strong> kitchen, and especially <strong>the</strong><br />

hearth, is swept up clean. About a twelvemonth ago,<br />

myself and my ladies were passing your cabin, and one <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> company liked <strong>the</strong> appearance <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> neat thatch, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> whitewashed walls, and <strong>the</strong> clean pavement outside<br />

<strong>the</strong> door, so much, that she persuaded us all to go in.<br />

We found <strong>the</strong> cheerful turf fire shining on <strong>the</strong> well-swept<br />

hearth and floor, and <strong>the</strong> clean pewter and delft plates on<br />

<strong>the</strong> dresser, and <strong>the</strong> white table. We were so well pleased,<br />

that we sat down on <strong>the</strong> hearth, and laid our tea-tray,<br />

and began to drink our tea as comfortably as could be.

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