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WIDOW QUIN. _gathering her shawl up._—Well, it’s a terror to be aged a score. (_To Christy._) God bless you now, young fellow, and let you be wary, or there’s right torment will await you here if you go romancing with her like, and she waiting only, as they bade me say, on a sheepskin parchment to be wed with Shawn Keogh of Killakeen.