“Is it likely youʼll catch me deny anything as is a lie, then, Irish or not, as you plases”? Her bosom still was heaving with the ground–swell of her injury.
“Well, now, for the honour of old Ireland, tell us the truth for once. What were the words he said”?
“Save me if evir a bit of me can tell. Mayhap I might call to mind, if I heerʼd them words agin”.
“Were they not these—ʼLeft to right over the shoulder, and a strapping boy he is?’”
“Bedad thin, and they might have been”.
“I want to know what they were”.
“How can I tell what they were? I only know what they was”.
“Well, and what was that”?
“Thim very same words as youʼve said”. She turned towards the door with a sullen air, while he looked at Sir Cradock in triumph. Nevertheless, he still wanted her evidence as to the subsequent mistake. He had been, as I said, to the “Jolly Foresters” and seen the Miss Penny of old; who now, as the mother of nine or ten children, was kindly communicative upon all questions of infancy.