It was the year of grace 1750, and old Mother Corrigan sat outside her door in Slattern Alley smoking her short black pipe with a relish; and it was a good day with her, for she had told the fortune that morning for Squire Tyrconnel on his way to fight a duel in Phoenix Park with Lawyer Daly; and when it was finished says she to him: "Let you count the buttons on his body-coat, your Honour, and fix the third from the top in your eye. And when you stand up to him say a prayer and pink him with your swordeen in that very spot and the Lord grant him a bed in heaven, the old villain, for he'll never be askin' one on earth again."
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