Oh, no--I don't know none too much, only a word dropped here
and a word there--and Mother Bunch being what we call in ould Ireland
mighty cute, and able to put two and two together. There's a trick to
prevent you and Will being wed, Bet; and it's atween your father and
that low sailor feller he was talking to--and I heard it in the 'Star
and Garter' whin I went there for sixpennu'th of beer just now. They
never set eyes on me, becase I'm frinds with the man at the bar, ye
knows, and I just dropped down on a bit of a three-legged stool near
him, and wan't seen at all, at all. Thin I heard them a contriving and
making up their bits of plans, and something was to happen on Thursday
as 'ud take our breath away, and the sailor would have his own way;
and Will-oh, I couldn't catch what was to be done with Will; but for
certain sure he wasn't to be no mate of yourn; and-and-the long and
short of it is, honey, that there's black treachery to the fore."
"Let me go," said Bet.
She had been kneeling by Mother Bunch, and drinking in every word.
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