‘Young sonny, don’t you answer up to me when you baint in the story — stopping my words in that fashion.
Caitheamar an deireadh seachtaine siar i nGaillimh, mise ag freastal ar T�stal na Gaeilge agus � F�in ag baint taitneamh ar an aimsir �lainn le Garman.
“Drat me, if she baint a-going to fight me!” he chuckled humorously.
“She baint to come,” said Beauty, under her breath, so soon as I had nearly reached her, pointing without raising her hand at Mary Quince.
By Lord God, he swore, I baint understanding why Thee put this devil in my path.
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