crassin' themselves an' sayin' their prayers
for the bare life all the time.

'Jim Soolivan,' says she, as soon as he
was done, 'go back, for God's sake, an'
don't be freakenin' me an' your poor fatherless
childhren,' says she.

'Why, you bosthoon, you,' says Jim,
'won't you let your husband in,' says he,
'to his own house?' says he.

'You WOR my husband, sure enough,'
says she, 'but it's well you know, Jim
Soolivan, you're not my husband NOW,' says
she.

'You're as dhrunk as can be consaved,
says Jim.

'Go back, in God's name, pacibly to
your grave,' says Nell.

'By my sowl, it's to my grave you'll
sind me, sure enough,' says he, 'you hard-
hearted bain', for I'm jist aff wid the cowld,'
says he.

'Jim Sulivan,' says she, 'it's in your
dacent coffin you should be, you unforthunate