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Show How Did She Guess It? He was an ardent lover, an Irish lover, and a practically penniless lover. lov-er. It was St. Patrick's eve and in his hand he bore a pot of real Irish shamrock. sham-rock. "They were raised on the ould sod," he said, as he presented the pot to Biddy, "raised on the ould sod of Ireland." Ire-land." "Sure, now Murphy," cried his lady In delight, "how re41y sweet of ye. How perfect they are and how fresn. Sure, I do believe that there's a little dew on em yet." Murphy flushed slightly. "Begorra, I know there is," relucantly confessed confess-ed Murphy, "but praise heaven it'll be paid tomorrow." |