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Listen--you all know the
_Shan-dhinne-dhuv?_"
"Know him! The Lord stand between us and him," replied Nanse; "I hope in
God we'll never either know or see him."
"You know," proceeded Barney, "that he keeps' the haunted house, and
appears in the neighborhood of it?"
"Yes, we know that, achora," replied the cook, sweetly.
"Well, you can't forget Bet Harramount, the witch, that lived for some
time in Rathfillan? She that was hunted in the shape of a white hare by
pious Father McFeen's famous greyhound, Koolawn."
"Doesn't all the world know it, Barney, avillish?" said Nanse.
"Divil the word she'll let out o' the poor boy's lips," said the cook,
with a fair portion of venom. Nanse made no reply, but laughed with
a certain description of confidence, as she glanced sneeringly at the
cook, who, to say the truth, turned her eyes with a fiery and impulsive
look towards the ladle.
"Well," proceeded Barney, "you all know that the divil took her and her
imp, the white cat, away on the night of the great storm that took place
then?"
"We do! Sure we have heard it a thousand times.


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