"Please sir, don't whip her," he said, pleadingly. "I'll own up. It was me that put the sulphur in the stove.",
Harry glanced behind him with a shudder. "God love you fer a good lad, Billy," he cried; "but this is no way to trate an ould frind, is ut now?",
The girl's eyes grew wider and wider with wonderment. "Isn't it strange?" she half whispered, "and beautiful?".
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