If Lamh Laudher comes off best,
all I've struv for is knocked on the head. _Dher Chiernah_, I'll crush
the sowl of his father or I'll not die happy."
"Nell, you're bittherer than soot, and blacker too," observed Rody.
"Am I?" said Nell, "an' is it from the good crathur that was ready, the
other night, to murdher the mild innocent woman that he spakes so well
of, that we hear sich discoorse?"
"You're mistaken there, Nelly," replied Body; "I had no intention of
taking away her life, although I believe my worthy comrade here in the
red hair, that I helped out of a certain gaol once upon a time, had no
scruples."
"No, curse the scruple!" said the other.
"I was in the act of covering her eyes and mouth to prevent her from
either knowing her old servant or making a noise,--but d---- it, I was
bent to save her life that night, rather than take it," said Rody.
"I know this friend of yours, Rody, but a short time," observed Nell;
"but if he hasn't more spunk in him than yourself, he's not worth his
feedin'."
"Show me," said the miscreant, "what s to be done, life or purse--an'
here's your sort for both."
"Come, then," said Nell, "by the night above us, we'll thry your
mettle."
"Never heed her," observed Nanse; "aunt, you're too wicked an'
revengeful."
"Am I?" said the aunt. "I tuck an oath many a year ago, that I'd never
die till I'd put sharp sorrow into Lamh Laudher's sowl.
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