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Is it of buying you are speaking? And where am I to get the money? Ah! thats another thing! Faith it is, honey! - And now the Christmas holidays is coming, when I shall be at home by day as well as night, and then what am I to do? Since I have been a saggarting, I have been good for nothing at all - neither for work nor Greek - only to play cards! Faith, its going mad I will be! I say, Murtagh! Yes, Shorsha dear! I have a pack of cards. You dont say so, Shorsha ma vourneen? - you dont say that you have cards fifty-two? I do, though; and they are quite new - never been once used. And youll be lending them to me, I warrant? Dont think it! - But Ill sell them to you, joy, if you like. Hanam mon Dioul! am I not after telling you that I have no money at all! But you have as good as money, to me, at least; and Ill take it in exchange. Whats that, Shorsha dear? Irish! Irish? Yes, you speak Irish; I heard you talking it the other day to the cripple. You shall teach me Irish. And is it a language-master youd be making of me? To be sure! - what better can you do? - it would help you to pass your time at school. You cant learn Greek, so you must teach Irish! Before Christmas, Murtagh was playing at cards with his brother Denis, and I could speak a considerable quantity of broken Irish. |
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