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Yis, she died, sir; an' there she was buried, she never set fut here agin;An' it's nought but the truth that her like I've not looked on afore her or sin'.
An' bad luck, thin, to thim that 'ud harm her. A pity—a pity, bedad,
If ye come to considher the pleasure in life she'd a right to ha' had.
'Tis the same as a rose-bud that's torn whin its red's just the brightest to see;
Or a linnet shot dead twitterin' soft be its bit of a nest in the tree—
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Poor Miss Honor I mind, an' her weddin', that was never a weddin' at all.
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