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| | Nance and the Buggane |
 | | Puffin' the smook down the chimley he is, an' the childher cryin', an' the house all through-others, an' lumps of soot in the porridge.' 'Thou should larn him a lesson,' said Nance. |
 | | The Buggane came rushing after her, but suddenly he ran bang against the tramman tree, which was planted to keep off witchcraft. |
 | | A promise is a promise,' said Mr Kelly, looking over his shoulder to see that no one was listening, 'but a Buggane's a Buggane, an' will be, to the end.' And I'm not saying Mr Kelly wasn't right, too. |
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