"Troth she is; there's no lie in that; she's got the consoomption, and she's not long for this world," replied the landlord, moving towards the door of the house, again to complete the work of desolation he had begun.
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"Stop, sir!" said Fanny, in tones so imperative that the man could not help obeying her.
"What would I stop for?" asked Mr. O'Shane, rather vacantly.
"You shall not do this cruel thing."
"The saints know how it breaks me heart to do it, but I can't help it."
"Now you put all these things back into the house just as you found them."
"Faix, I'd like to do it, miss," said the man, taking off his hat and rubbing his tangled hair.
"You must do it."