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"Was the young man in question handsome?"
"Indeed, sir, he was, and is, very handsome--and the impudent minxes of
the parish are throwing their caps at him in dozens."
"But still you are keeping me in the dark."
"Well, sir, I will tell you my difficulty. When poor dear old Paul was
dying, he called me to the bed-side one day, and says to me: 'Biddy,'
says he, 'I'm going to die--and you know I am wealthy; but, in the
meantime, I won't leave you sixpence.' 'It's not the loss of your
money I am thinking of, my darling Paul,' says I, 'but the loss of
yourself"--and I kissed him, and cried. 'You didn' often kiss me that
way before,' said he--' and I know what you're kissing me for now.'
'No,' I said, 'I did not; because I had no notion then of losing you, my
own darling Paul--you don't know how I loved you all along, Paul,' said
I; 'kiss me again, jewel.' 'Now,' said he,' I'm not going to leave you
sixpence, and I'll tell you why--I saw young Charley Mulvany, that you
were courting before I married you--I saw him, I say, through the windy
there, kiss you, with my own eyes, when you thought I was asleep--and
you put your arms about his neck and hugged him,' said he.
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