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He was now about to take
his leave and proceed with his brother, when two women, one about
thirty-five, and the other far advanced in years, both accosted him
almost at the same moment.
"Your honor won't go," said the less aged of the two, "until you get
your fortune tould."
"To be sure he won't, Caterine," they all replied; "we'll engage the
gentleman will cross your hand wid silver, like his father before him,
his heart's not in the money."
"Never mind her, sir," said the aged crone, "she's a schemer, and will
tell you nothing but what she knows will plaise you. Show me your hand,
sir, and I'll tell you the truth."
"Never mind the _calliagh_, sir, (old woman, by way of reproach;) she's
dotin', and hasn't remembered her own name these ten years."
"It doesn't matter," said Woodward, addressing Caterine, "I shall hear
what you both have to say--but you first."
He accordingly crossed her hand with a piece of silver, after which she
looked closely into it--then upon his countenance, and said,
"You have two things in your mind, and they'll both succeed.


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