"
"Whatever you collogue about, all I say is, that I don't like a bone in
the same Nanny Peety's body. She has an eye in her head that looks as if
it knew one's thoughts."
"An' maybe it does. One thing I know, and every one knows it, that it's
a very purty eye."
"Tell her, then, to keep out o' this; we want no spies here."
"Divil a word of it; she's my niece, an' the king's highway is as free
to her as it is to you or anybody else. She'll be welcome to me any time
she comes, an' let me see who'll dare to mislist her. She feels as she
ought to do, an' as every woman ought to do, ay, an' every man, too,
that is a man, or anything but a brute an' a coward--she feels for that
unfortunate, heart-broken girl 'ithout;' an' it'll be a strange thing
if them that brought her to what she's sufferin' won't suffer
themselves yet; there's a God above still, I hope, glory be to His name!
Traichery!" she exclaimed; "ah, you ill-minded villains, it's yourselves
you're thinkin' of, an' what you desarve. As for myself, it's neither
you nor your villainy that's in my head, but the sorrowful heart that's
in that poor girl 'ithout--ay, an' a broken one; for, indeed, broked it
is; and it's not long she'll be troub'lin' either friend or foe in this
world. The curse o' glory upon you all, you villains, and upon every one
that had a hand in bringing her to this!"
Having uttered these words, she put her cloak and bonnet upon her, and
left the house, adding as she went out, "if it's any pleasure to you to
know it, I'll tell you.
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