United States or Tuvalu ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
McKeon's, who had fetched her to her own house from Ballycloran on the morning of the trial. When Larry Macdermot saw the car at the door, in which Feemy was to go away, he was dreadfully wrath. He first of all declared that his daughter should not be taken away to Mr. Keegan's that his own son had deserted him and tried to sell the estate, and that now they meant to rob him of his daughter!
"He was bringing disgrace on you, Larry, and on your name; he was disgracing your family and your daughter, and myself; he was dragging Feemy away with him by night. I saw him with her, speechless and fainting in his arms, and I struck him down as he was doing it with my stick. I didn't think, father, to strike so hard, but his skull was broken, and he died without a struggle."
"Then, Feemy, in your situation, do you think a long clandestine engagement is quite the thing for you; is quite prudent?" "And how can it be clandestine, Father John, when you and Thady, and every one else almost, knows all about it?" Feemy's sharpness was too much for Father John, so he had to put it on another tack.
He declared his intention of seeing Feemy on the following Monday, and of speaking to her strongly on the subject of the trial which was so soon coming on; and he begged Mrs. McKeon to do the same afterwards as perhaps having become latterly used to her interference, Feemy might bear from her what she had to be told, with more patience than she would from himself.
Poor Feemy began to wish the evening over to which she had looked forward as the source of so much pleasure; she feared to neglect the warnings she had received, and she felt that things could not go on always as they were; but she trembled at the idea of telling this to Ussher. Her silent dinner was soon over; she made her father's punch, and sat down to wait for her lover.
Why don't you tell the man that's blackening your name while he's desaving you, to be laving you now, and not following you through the country like a curse?" By this time the whole party, consisting of Father John, the two young men, and Feemy, were walking on rapidly towards Ballycloran. Feemy was crying, but saying nothing.
When she said this, she sat down on the old sofa, looking up into his face, as if she would read there what was passing in his mind. That which was passing in his mind must be the arbitrament of her fate. "Why, Feemy, how can you be so foolish? How can we be married in eight days' time? I must go, I tell you, in eight days from this." "But you won't go to this new place then.
Feemy," began Father John, as she walked in, followed by Ussher, "how are you? and this is kind of you, Captain." "Long life to you, Miss Feemy! and you, too, Captain dear," said Mary, at last excited to speak by the greatness of the occasion.
"Oh, of course, Feemy; I was making love to the three Miss Cassidys, and Jane Thompson, and old widow Brennan at once. But why was I there, you say? why then, I was just buying this for Mary Cassidy, and I wanted your opinion, my pet;" and he took from his pocket some article of finery he had bought for his mistress.
Father John instantly walked up to them, and if he had learnt it from nothing else, soon discovered from Feemy's tears, that something was the matter. "How are you, Thady?" he said, putting out his hand to take the young man's, which was given with apparent reluctance; "how are you? is there anything wrong, that Feemy is crying so?"
Word Of The Day