"
"Don't be too sure," replied Kate, "that it is knocked up; don't now,
mind my words; an' take care that, instead of knockin' it up, you
haven't knocked yourselves down. Chew your cud upon that now."
"What does she mane?" asked Ned, looking on her with a baleful glance,
in which might be read equal ferocity and alarm. "Why, traichery, of
coorse," replied Philip, in his deep, glowing voice. "Kate," said her
husband, starting into something' like an incipient fit of fury, but
suddenly checking himself--"Kate, my honey, what do you mane by them
words?"
"What do I mane by them words?" she exclaimed, with an eye which turned
on him with cool defiance; "pick that out o' your larnin', Bat, my pet.
You can all keep your saicrets; an' I'll let you know that I can keep
mine."
"Be the Holy St. Lucifer," said her husband, "if I wanst thought that
traichery 'ud enter your head, I'd take good care that it's in hell
you'd waken some fine mornin' afore long. So mind yourself, Kate, my
honey."
"Are you in nobody else's power but mine?" she replied, "ax yourselves
that--an' now do you mind yourself, Bat, my pet, and all o' yez."
"What is the raison," asked her husband, "that I see you an' Nanny Peety
colloguin' an' huggermuggerin' so often together of late?"
"Ah," she replied, with a toss of disdain, "what a manly fellow you are
to want to get into women's saicrets! you may save your breath though.
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