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18957	Barlow, Jane	Strangers at Lisconnel			.txt	text/plain	80910	4320	84	"Norah's a rael dacint little slip of a girl," Mrs. Kilfoyle said So I was thinkin', Mrs. Joyce, I might as well be takin' home the ould him wid me--things bein' of the boghoules," said the elder Mrs. Keogh, a mild-looking little old come, as the man said when he'd axed his road of the ould black horse in habit being to dog his splendid cousin so persistently that old Mrs. Byers next door said she wondered "the young chap didn't of an odd "He's a very dacint poor lad," Mrs. Joyce said, looking over with pride "Well, lad, and what's the best good news wid you?" Ody's aunt said to "Sure good luck to the both of thim," said Ody, "Theresa Joyce is a "Well, whatever way you look at it," said the strange old man, "I've a dark-haired, disconsolate-looking little thing, "wid her face," Mrs. Brian said, "not the width of the palm of your hand, and the eyes of	./cache/18957.txt	./txt/18957.txt