The Colleen Bawn; or, the Brides of Garryowen

Kyrle [l.] Hardress, who is that with you? Hard [c.] Only Mann, my boatman. Kyrle That fellow is like your shadow. Danny [r.] Is it a cripple like me, that would be the shadow of an illegant gintleman like Mr. Hardress Cregan? Kyrle [l.] Well, I mean that he never leaves your side.