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'No more he did,' replied Teena; nor could any subsequent questioning  
elicit from her the sum with which the thrifty leather merchant had  
attempted to corrupt her. 'But I sent him about his business,' she said  
gallantly. 'He'll not come here again in a hurry.'  
'He mustn't see my father, you know; mind that!' said Michael. 'I'm not  
going to have any public exhibition to a little beast like him.'  
'No fear of me lettin' him,' replied the trusty one. 'But the joke  
is this, Mr Michael--see, ye're upsettin' the sauce, that's a clean  
tablecloth--the best of the joke is that he thinks your father's dead  
and you're keepin' it dark.'  
Michael whistled. 'Set a thief to catch a thief,' said he.  
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Exac'ly what I told him!' cried the delighted dame.  
I'll make him dance for that,' said Michael.  
Couldn't ye get the law of him some way?' suggested Teena truculently.  
No, I don't think I could, and I'm quite sure I don't want to,'  
replied Michael. 'But I say, Teena, I really don't believe this claret's  
wholesome; it's not a sound, reliable wine. Give us a brandy and soda,  
there's a good soul.' Teena's face became like adamant. 'Well, then,'  
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