And says I; "Isn't it the laste little bit of a mistake in the world
that ye've been afther the making, yer leddyship? Come back now,
that's a darlint, and I'll give ye yur flipper." But aff she wint down
the stairs like a shot, and thin I turned round to the little Frinch
furrenner. Och hon! if it wasn't his spalpeeny little paw that I had
hould of in my own- why thin- thin it wasn't- that's all.
And maybe it wasn't mesilf that jist died then outright wid the
laffin', to behold the little chap when he found out that it wasn't
the widdy at all at all that he had had hould of all the time, but
only Sir Pathrick O'Grandison. The ould divil himself niver behild
sich a long face as he pet an! As for Sir Pathrick O'Grandison,
Barronitt, it wasn't for the likes of his riverence to be afther the
minding of a thrifle of a mistake. Ye may jist say, though (for it's
God's thruth), that afore I left hould of the flipper of the
spalpeen (which was not till afther her leddyship's futman had
kicked us both down the stairs, I giv'd it such a nate little broth of
a squaze as made it all up into raspberry jam.
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