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"And how long is it since you began to suspect her?"
"Why, sir, I--I--well, no matther about that; she was always a good wife
and a good mother, until--" Here he paused, and again wiped his eyes.
"Until what?"
"Why, sir, until Billy Fulton, the fiddler, came across her."
"Well, and what did Billy Fulton do?"
"He ran away wid my ould woman, sir."
"What age is Billy Fulton?"
"About my own age, sir; but by no means so stout a man; he's a dancin'
masther, too, sir; and barrin' his pumps and white cotton stockin's,
I don't know what she could see in him; he's a poor light crature, and
walks as if he had a hump on his hip, for he always carries his fiddle
undher his skirt. Ay, and what's more, sir, our daughter, Nancy, is gone
off wid him."
"The devil she is. Why, did the old dancing-master run off with both of
them? How long is it since this elopement took place?"
"Only three days, sir."
"And you wish me to assist you?"
"If you can, sir; and I ought to tell you that the vagabone's son is
gone off wid them too."
"O, O," said the conjurer, "that makes the matter worse.


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