"Eh, but this is bad news!" says old Scully, evidently terrified and disheartened by his niece's words. "Where will it all end? Come in, Misther Rodney: let me look at ye, boy. No, not a word out of ye now till ye taste something. 'Tis in bits ye are; an' a good coat it was this mornin'. There's the whiskey, Mona, agra, an' there's the wather. Oh! the black villain! Let me examine ye, me son. Why, there's blood on ye! Oh! the murthering thief!"
Black Bull, He drops her arm, and looks as though he is prepared to drop her acquaintance also, at a moment's notice.
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Black Bull "Oh, Mona, do you mean that?" he says. But Mona, who is very justly incensed, declines to answer him with civility..
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