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"Sowl, will we, sir, an' far more nor that if we get it. I'll
undhertake, sir, to level"--
"No, Pether, we'll promise no more nor we'll do; but anything that his
honor will be plased to point out to us, if we get fair support, an'
that it remains on the farm afther us, we'll be willin' to do it."
"Willin'!" exclaimed Peter!--"faith, whether we're willin' or not, if
his honor but says the word"----
"Mrs. Connell," said their landlord, "say no more. The farm is yours,
and you may, consider yourselves as my tenants."
"Many thanks to you, sir, for the priference. I hope, sir, you'll not
rue what you did in givin' it to us before them that offered a higher
rint. You'll find, sir, wid the help o' the Almighty, that we'll pay you
your rint rigular an' punctual."
"Why, thin, long life, an' glory, an' benedication to your honor! Faith,
it's only kind father for you, sir, to be what you are. The divil resave
the family in all Europe"--
"Peter, that will do," replied the landlord, "it would be rather
hazardous for our family to compete with all Europe. Go home, Peter,
and be guided by your wife, who has more sense in her little finger than
ever your family had either in Europe or out of it, although I mean you
no offense by going beyond Europe."
"By all the books that never wor opened an' shut," replied Peter,
with the intuitive quickness of perception peculiar to Irishmen, "an
innocenter boy than Andy Connell never was sent acrass the water.
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