“You’re the cruellest, wickedest, most horrible girl in the world!”
“Ah, to be sure, now that don’t hurt me at all; ye can’t come round me that way.”
“Peggy, is there any way in which I could beseech of you to have pity?”
“Niver a wan. Come along now, Kitty; it’s my turn at last.”
“Oh if I’d only left you alone!”
“To be sure, ye’d have been happier to-night if ye had.”
“Do you know what will happen if you have your wish, you horrible girl?”
“Why, to be sure, Hannah and Sophy will be put out of their misery. Maybe there’ll be a bit of a consolation prize given to them, poor colleens!”
“But what about me—me! I have no home, I am an orphan, I have only an aunt too poor to support me. Can you turn me out into the cold world?”
“’Tisn’t meself that’s doing it, Kitty; ’twas you, when you listened to the promptings of the wicked wan. There’s no saying where he’ll lead you.”