"They say you know a power of larnin', Misther Dinis."

"Yes, I know the seven languages; but what is all that compared to the
cardinal virtues. This world is a mere bird of passage, Miss Norali; and
it behooves us to be ever on the wing for futurity and premeditation.
Now, will you remember the excellent moral advice I have given you?"

"Indeed I will, sir," replied the roguish minx, tripping away;
"particularly that you promised to marry me for nothin' if I'd give you
a kiss!"

"Give up everything like levity, Miss Norah. Attend your du--"


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"You're a fool, Misther O'Shaughnessy! Why didn't you take the kiss, an'
spare the king's English?"

On making this observation she redoubled her pace, and left Denis now
perfectly sensible that he was a proper subject for her mirth. He turned
about, and called after her--

"Had I known that you were only in jocosity, Miss Nora, upon my
classicality, I'd have given you the k----."

He now perceived that she was beyond hearing, and that it was
unnecessary to finish the sentence.