Mearbhall (tuilleadh)
Bewilderment (continued)

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  “Á! A dheartháirín!” adeir sé. “Ná tóg orm é. Tá mé leathmharbh le uaigneas ó d’imigh mo dheirfiúr dhá bhliain ó shoin.”

  “Tuigim,” adeir mé. “In ainm Dé, ná tog ormsa ach an oiread an drochfhocal a labhair mé.”

  “Ní thógfad a stór,” adúirt an fear. “Tá’s agam nach le oilbhéas a ghearr tú amach an focal taodach.”

  “Go deimhin, ní hea,” adeir mé féin, “is iomaí uair a sciorann cúpla focal mímhúinte thar an teanga i nganfhios don intinn.”
  

  “Oh! little brother!“ he said, “Don’t take it out on me. I’ve been half dead with loneliness since my sister left two years ago.”

  “I understand,” I said. “In God’s name, don’t hold any of the bad words I said against me either.”

  “I wouldn’t take it, my dear,” said the man. “I know it was not from viciousness that you cut out the word ‘impulsive’.”

  “Indeed, no,” I said myself, “many times a few rude words slip over the tongue without the mind knowing.”

  uaigneas	Loneliness, solitude	m
  oilbhéas	Evil habit; mischievousness, unruliness; crossness, viciousness	m
  taodach = taghdach	Fitful, impulsive, quick-tempered; changeable, capricious
  iomaí	many
  sciorr	Slip, slide, slither, skid
  mímhúinte	Unmannerly, rude, ill-bred

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