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"And it's the talk of that ould witch of a Baroness, may the divil

run aith her, that is drivin' ye away, is it?" she cried

excitedly; "and it's not Mrs Connor as will consist to the daughter

of your mother, God rest her soul, lavin' my house like this To

think that I should have had ye here all these years, and never known

ye to be her child till now, and now to see ye driven away by the

divil's own! But if it's the fear of not being able to pay the rint

because ye've lost your position, ye needn't lave forday

to come It's Mrs Connor would only be as happy as the queen herself

to work her hands to the bone for ye, re your darlint of a

ainst her, nor ye"

So soon as Joy could gain possession of her surprised senses, she

calood wo about? Did you ever

know my mother, and where did you know her?"

"In the Palace, to be sure, as they called the house of that imp of

Satan, the Baroness I was the wash-lady there, for it's not Mrs

Conner the landlady as is above spakin' of the days when she wasn't

as high in the world as she is now; and many is the cheerin' cup of