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I have been lately to a little group of houses, not many enough to be called a village, in the barony of Kiltartan in ty Galway, whose name, Ballylee, is known through all the west of Ireland.
There is the old square castle, Ballylee, inhabited by a farmer and his wife, and a cottage where their daughter and their son-in-law live, and a little mill with an old miller, and old ash-trees throwing green shadows upon a little river and great stepping-stones. I went there two or three times last year to talk to the miller about Biddy Early, a wise woman that lived in Clare some years ago, and about her saying, “There is a cure for all evil betweewo mill-wheels of Ballylee,”
and to find out from him or another whether she meant the moss between the running waters or some other herb. I have beehis summer, and I shall be there again before it is autumn, because Mary Hynes, a beautiful woman whose name is still a wonder by turf fires, died there sixty years ……（内容加载失败！）
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