“Then d------ the money. It took me more till ten years to make it, and middling hard work at that; but you go bail it’ll take me less nor ten months to spend it. Ay, or ten weeks, and aisy doing, too! And ‘till it’s gone, Mistress Quig-gin--d’ye hear me?--gone, every mortal penny of it gone, pitched into the sea, scattered to smithereens, blown to ould Harry, and dang him--I’ll lave ye, ma’am, I’ll lave ye; and, sink or swim, I’ll darken your doors no more.” The lady and gentleman who blazed at each other with these burning words, which were pointed, and driven home by flashing eyes and quivering lips, were newly-married husband and wife. They were staying at the old Castle Mona, in Dougla…
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