"For the agint, miss. Oh, if ye tell on me now they'll kill me. Maxil, ye know; me lord's agint.",
"I am afraid you went to almost the worst part of Ireland," says Mona, shaking her head. "New Pallas, and all round Limerick, is so dreadfully disloyal.",
"But why?" demands he, dense as men will be at times. Then, as she refuses to enlighten his ignorance, slowly the truth dawns upon him..
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