t see t often, and so of ten very poor, but often, too, t tt of man, as trao t ers whe and bee young again.
tin Roland, of Gort, old me a fe “t let nig old o buy a flute, and play on it o play on t out into to play. , and made a noise, but knoo sit up on it and play on t to see tle time ago, for s “told o die. er aken,” I suppose) to some other place,”
because “too cold for ter hings.
certain t tain t ’s all in believe in , and never got on ly in sure y years ago t s, like young slips of girls oget took atle girl.”
And sold tle girl a as silver,”
o a fort ly in ood in t nig ops,’ to make ime, and one of ter bringing out a little flute, and it’s on it o t ting and playing, ed up stones, and I could not ed wrong.”
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tle rembling like.
‘Don’t let me enougime.’ Anotime, all tin to sell off, io my mot a sort of a in, and t ing take t in , and no .’ My motakes t to ,’ and t on tin, my fat as bad a frig in it rig anyened of ter ime s believe me,’ s far enoug.’ time sold o t illiam is dead, and Bible cer ever ser. ‘Go,’ sell to read t t class meeting, and t I er t ter and ing as t. One day sanding talking, and s sometty in all ’s time for me to be off.’ And s, and raises up in t airs s up, only far ser. S up and up, till s time t music I ever day to t a poetry, lovely poetry, and me and my motands gaping up, and all of a tremble. ‘ is s all, mot an angel s?’ it up iss Letty, t Miss Letty so see us gaping up t ill me and my motold . S on gay-dressed t queer y in all o ry s, or to see whom dying?
“It er dark s daylig , and t o pass my h you,’ says she.
‘t’s rigo s by tell you ye as by table a of us?’ ‘Do . I’ll eat ts e of dud some apples, o our supper and so in, and te a bit ate of ea, and she gone!”
1897.
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