Why, what's come over you, child, at all at all?
O'FLAHERTY. Knowledge and wisdom has come over me with pain and
fear and trouble. I've been made a fool of and imposed upon all
my life. I thought that covetious sthreal in there was a walking
angel; and now if ever I marry at all I'll marry a Frenchwoman.
MRS O'FLARERTY [fiercely]. You'll not, so; and don't you dar
repeat such a thing to me.
O'FLAHERTY. Won't I, faith! I've been as good as married to a
couple of them already.
MRS O'FLAHERTY. The Lord be praised, what wickedness have you
been up to, you young blackguard?
O'FLAHERTY. One of them Frenchwomen would cook you a meal twice
in the day and all days and every day that Sir Pearce himself
might go begging through Ireland for, and never see the like of.
I'll have a French wife, I tell you; and when I settle down to be
a farmer I'll have a French farm, with a field as big as the
continent of Europe that ten of your dirty little fields here
wouldn't so much as fill the ditch of.
MRS O'FLAHERTY [furious]. Then it's a French mother you may go
look for; for I'm done with you.
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