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Oh , but I thought I 'd die wid laughin ' , whin I had to shtan ' at the doors o ' wan place or the other , waitin ' on Micksheen , or listenin ' to the craziest music that ever was played or sung . After that kem politics , an ' nothin ' wud do her but she 'd bate ould Livingstone for Mare all by herself . Thin it was Vandervelt for imbassador to England , an ' she gev the Senator an ' the Boss no pace till they tuk it up . An ' now it 's the Countess o ' Skibbereen mornin ' , noon , an ' night . I 'm sick o ' that ould woman . But she owns the soul of Anne Dillon . '' `` Well , her son can afford it , '' said Monsignor affably .