"Howandiver, afther a bit, Paddy left carin’ for thim all, that, in my consate, is a moighty safe way, and begun to look afther wan. Her name was Nora O’Moore, an’ she was as clever a gurrul as ’ud be found bechuxt Limerick an’ Galway. She was kind o’ resarved like, wid a face as pale as a shroud, an’ hair as black as a crow, an’ eyes that looked at ye an’ never seen ye. No more did she talk much, an’ whin Paddy ’ud be sayin’ his fine spaches, she’d listen wid her eyes cast down, an’ whin she’d had enough av his palaver, she’d jist look at him, an’ somehow Paddy felt that his p’liteness wasn’t the thing to work wid. He cudn’t undhershtand her, an’ bedad, many’s the man that’s caught be not undhershtandin’ thim. There’s rivers that’s quiet on top bekase they’re deep, an’ more that’s quiet bekase they’re not deep enough to make a ripple, but phat’s the differ if ye can’t sound thim, an’ whin a woman’s quiet, begorra, it’s not aisy to say if she’s deep or shallow. But Nora was a deep wan, an’ as good as iver drew a breath. She thought a dale av Paddy, only she’d be torn limb from limb afore she’d let him know it till he confist first. Well, my dear, Paddy wint on, at firsht it was only purtindin’ he was, an’ whin he found she cudn’t be tuk wid his chaff, he got in airnest, an’ afore he knewn it, he was dead in love wid Nora, an’ had as much show for gettin’ out agin as a shape in a bog, an’ sorra a bit did he know at all at all, whether she cared a traneen for him. It’s funny entirely that whin a man thinks a woman is afther him, he’s aff like a hare, but if she doesn’t care a rap, begob, he’ll give the nose aff his face to get her. So it was wid Paddy an’ Nora, axceptin’ that Paddy didn’t know that Nora wanted him as much as he wanted her. "So, wan night, whin he was bringin’ her from a dance that they’d been at, he said to her that he loved her betther than life an’ towld her would she marry him, an’ she axed was it jokin’ or in airnest he was, an’ he said cud she doubt it whin he loved her wid all the veins av his heart, an’ she trimbled, turnin’ paler than iver, an’ thin blushin’ rosy red for joy an’ towld him yes, an’ he kissed her, an’ they both thought the throuble was all over foriver. It’s a way thim lovers has, an’ they must be axcused, bekase it’s the same wid thim all. "But it wasn’t at all, fur Nora had an owld squireen av a father, that was as full av maneness as eggs is av mate. Sure he was the divil entirely at home, an’ niver left off wid the crassness that was in him. The timper av him was spiled be rason o’ losing his bit o’ money wid cârds an’ racin’, an’ like some min, he tuk it out wid his wife an’ dawther. There was only the three o’ thim in it, an’ they do say that whin he was crazy wid dhrink, he’d bate thim right an’ lift, an’ turn thim out o’ the cabin into the night, niver heeding, the baste, phat ’ud come to thim. But they niver said a word thimselves, an’ the nabers only larned av it be seein’ thim.