"My money, ma'am-my money, not me." "So you say, sir." "It's my money you've been marrying, ma'am." "Maybe so, sir." "Deny it, deny it " "Why should I? You say it is so, and so be it." "Then d--- the money. It took me more till ten years to make it, and middling hard work at that; but you go bail it'll take me less nor ten months to spend it. Ay, or ten weeks, and aisy doing, too And 'till it's gone, Mistress Quig-gin-d'ye hear me?-gone, every mortal penny of it gone, pitched into the sea, scattered to smithereens, blown to ould Harry, and dang him-I'll lave ye, ma'am, I'll lave ye; and, sink or swim, I'll darken your doors no more."