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"You want me to bless you?"
"We do, your reverence, we want you to spit out a little bit of a
blessing upon us before we goes on board."
"And what good would my blessing do you?"
"All kinds of good, your reverence; it would prevent the dirty
steamer from catching fire, your reverence, or from going down,
your reverence, or from running against the blackguard Hill of
Howth in the mist, provided there should be one."
"And suppose I were to tell you that I am not Father Toban?"
"Och, your reverence, will never think of doing that."
"Would you believe me if I did?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"If I were to swear that I am not Father Toban?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"On the evangiles?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"On the Cross?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"And suppose I were to refuse to give you a blessing?"
"Och, your reverence will never refuse to bless the poor boys."
"But suppose I were to refuse?"
"Why, in such a case, which by-the-bye is altogether impossible, we
should just make bould to give your reverence a good big bating."
"You would break my head?"
"We would, your reverence."
"Kill me?"
"We would, your reverence."
"You would really put me to death?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"And what's the difference between killing and putting to death?"
"Och, sure there's all the difference in the world.
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