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@@@@@"Get out of here, you filthy little devil! Get out of here The boy ran, bawling with fear"Thank you," said the wife of the man who had been beaten to deathShe was in it now, Scarlett knewShe had to do what little could be done"I know a doctor in Trim," she said "A doctor? Will he want to bleed him, do you think?" Her bitter, desperate words were English-accented, like the voices at the Castle balls"Ne'll prepare your husband for burial," said Scarlett quietly The woman's bloody hand seized the hem of Scarlett's skirtShe lifted it to her lips, an abject kiss of gratitudeScarlett's eyes clouded with tearsMy God, I don't deserve thisI would have turned the buggy if I could"Don't," she said, "please don't The woman's name was harriet Stewart, her husband's Daniel KellyThat was all Scarlett knew until Daniel Kelly was in the closed coffin inside the Catholic ChapelThen the widow, who had spoken only to answer the priest's questions, looked around her with wild, darting eyes"Billy, where's Billy? Ne should be here The priest found out that there was a son, locked in a room at the hotel to keep him away from the flogging "They were very kind," said the woman, "they let me pay with my wedding ring, though it's not gold "I'll bring him," Scarlett said "Father? You'll take care of MrsKelly?" "That I willBring a bottle of brandy, too, MrsThe poor lady's near breaking