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"Och, she's a divil of a woman, entoirely. All she wants is to hunt the poor off the face of the wor-r-rold." There are, however, to this question, as to every Irish question, two sides if not more. If Miss Gardiner "hunts" her tenants off her estate, Lord Erne's people are just now trying their best to perform the same operation upon Captain Boycott.
None too many there, to start with!" Leaving the office at length they came upon Herring on the main street, his late companion not being with him. "You fouled us!" growled the bully. "I'd have passed you in another second. You'll have to pay for Erne's clothes and his doctor's bills, too. He's taken an awful cold. It'll cost you something, let me tell you."
"Speak names!" thundered Lassiter. "To Bishop Dyer to Tull," went on Jane, shocked into obedience. "Well what for?" "I want little Fay. I can't live without her. They've stolen her as they stole Milly Erne's child. I must have little Fay. I want only her. I give up. I'll go and tell Bishop Dyer I'm broken. I'll tell him I'm ready for the yoke only give me back Fay and and I'll marry Tull!"
George Erne's, as he leaned against the wall with his supreme indifference of lordly manner; and if he revenged himself with the swift gleam of that involuntary smile that must never kindle for her, though it shot its light over brow and lip forever, he never knew it.
Sir, In accordance with the decision made in Lord Erne's last letter to us, we want you to appoint a day to receive the rents. THE TENANTS. A reply requested." Mr. Boycott's reply was that he was ready to receive the rents at ten o'clock this morning, an hour after which time he received the following notice: "The tenants request an answer to the following before they pay you the rent: 1st.
You can't see what I know and if you did see it you'd not admit it to save your life. That's the Mormon of you. These elders and bishops will do absolutely any deed to go on building up the power and wealth of their church, their empire. Think of what they've done to the Gentiles here, to me think of Milly Erne's fate!" "What do you know of her story?"
He has on his own account had a few difficulties with his workpeople; but these were tided over by concessions on his part, and all went smoothly till the serving of notices upon Lord Erne's tenants. All the weight of the tenants' vengeance has fallen upon the unfortunate agent, whom the irritated people declare they will "hunt out of the country." The position is an extraordinary one.
"At the little village Glaze, I think it's called some fifty miles or more west of here. An' I heard it from a Gentile, a rider who said you'd know where to tell me to find " "What?" she demanded, imperiously, as Lassiter broke off. "Milly Erne's grave," he answered low, and the words came with a wrench.
If not God then the devil who drives me!" "You'll kill him for yourself for your vengeful hate?" "No!" "For Milly Erne's sake?" "No." "For little Fay's?" "No!" "Oh for whose?" "For yours!" "His blood on my soul!" whispered Jane, and she fell to her knees. This was the long-pending hour of fruition.
A cramped stature does not feel a cramped roof; but raise the stature, and the slave outgrows his institution, and there's revolt. Eh? There's such a thing as equally bad extremes. Our old friend Mr. Erne's of late, and St. George's now, beg your pardon, St. George, are both of them just as bad the other way." "You are severe," said St. George, as he set the chessmen.
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