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-LSB- Illustration : '' ' T is the way we wants to go to confession , Fader . '' -RSB- I took the compliment for what it was worth . The Irish race appear to have kissed the Blarney stone _ in globo _ . `` And have you no pity on a poor old man , to take him out this dreadful night down to that cold church , and keep him there till ten or eleven o'clock to-night ? '' `` We wo n't keep you long , Fader . We were at our juty last month . '' `` All right , get away , and I 'll follow you quickly .