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larly if there’s any cloud over them; and, if
Mrs. Byrne was the lady’s nurse, sure she’d
bite the tongue out of her head, rather than
let it tell of her faults; and if I knew this
morning as much as I know now, it’s longs
SOrry I’d have been to come by myself; which
Peggy, that’s Mrs. Byrne, told me not to do,
only she was. delayed ; and time was up and
over, and I wanted to be in time, and betwixt
the two, I was fairly bothered; and so good
morning to you, and be sure of one thing —
I wouldn’t, for twenty guineas a year, take
your place ; though if such ill luck overtook
me, I'd keep a civil tongue in my head to my
employer as long as I lived with her, and a,

silent one behind her back, a

The maid was, for a time, paralyzed by |
Mary’s plain‘ speaking. She left her to find
her way down stairs; but some rude word,
‘she knew followed her — over the balusters.

“The iday,” thought Mary, “the iday of