"
"Well, when she goes there she'll be able to see her way, and sure
that'll be one comfort," replied his companion; "but in the mane time,
if anything happens the cows--poor bastes--we'll know the rason of it."
"She must dale wid the devil," said the other, "and I hope she'll be
burned for a witch yet; but whisht, here she comes, and may the devil
roast her on his toastin' iron the first time he wants a male!"
"Troth, an' he'd find her tough feedin'," said his comrade; "and.
barrin' he has strong tusks, as I suppose he has, he'd find it no
every-day male wid him."
As they spoke, the object of their animadversion appeared, and turned
upon them, so naturally, a sinister and sharp look, that it seemed to
the men as if she had suspected the subject of their conversation.
"You are Mr. Goodwin's laborers, are you not?"
"We are, ma'am," replied one of them, without, as usual, touching his
hat however.
"You ill-mannered boor," she said, "why do you not touch your hat to a
lady, when she condescends to speak to you?"
"I always touch my hat to a lady, ma'am," replied the man sharply.
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