that case he'd be higher up wid the town than ever. He knocked him down
last night."

"Well," said Rody, "an' what if he does? I would feel rather satisfied
at that circumstance. I served the black dog for five years, and a more
infernal tyrant never existed, nor a milder or more amiable woman than
his wife. Now that you have his money, the sooner the devil gets himself
the better."

"To the black _diouol_ wid yourself an' your Englified _gosther_,"
returned Nell indignantly; "his wife! _Damno' orth_, don't make my blood
boil by speaking a word in her favor. If Lamh Laudher comes off best,
all I've struv for is knocked on the head. _Dher Chiernah_, I'll crush
the sowl of his father or I'll not die happy."

"Nell, you're bittherer than soot, and blacker too," observed Rody.

"Am I?" said Nell, "an' is it from the good crathur that was ready, the
other night, to murdher the mild innocent woman that he spakes so well
of, that we hear sich discoorse?"

"You're mistaken there, Nelly," replied Body; "I had no intention of
taking away her life, although I believe my worthy comrade here in the
red hair, that I helped out of a certain gaol once upon a time, had no
scruples."

"No, curse the scruple!" said the other.

"I was in the act of covering her eyes and mouth to prevent her from
either knowing her old servant or making a noise,--but d---- it, I was