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"Annorah!" exclaimed her mother, "do you dare to spake in that way o' the praste himself?" "I mean no harm, mother." "No harm!" repeated Father M'Clane, turning fiercely toward her. "You won't cheat me with words like these." Annorah tossed her head scornfully and sat down opposite the priest, who on his part seemed far less desirous to carry on the war since her arrival.
An' it's me that'll niver forget that same. The beautiful counthree it is!" "Pleasanter than this, do you think?" "A thousand times. There is no place in the world like it; the dear ould counthree!" "Why, then, did you leave it, Annorah?" "Bad luck we had, miss; and a worse luck intirely here, the mane town that this is." "Tell me all about it." "What for?
"But I can see that it is something that troubles you, Norah," said Annie, taking the rough hand of Annorah in hers, and drawing her nearer. "Is it something that you would rather I should not know?" "Indeed no. But it's loath I am to add my bit troubles to yours, when ye suffer yer own so patiently.
In the worst time o' all, whin the need was the sorest, our Bessie got into disgrace, and came home from service wi' niver a penny to help herself or us. There was nought to do and nought to eat at all. The neighbours were faint wi' the hoonger; and so, before the worst came, we left all that was dear and came here." "How many of you came, Annorah?"
There were more ideas in the old woman's head than had ever found room there before, when, after Annorah had gone, she sat down by herself before the fire. She was both ambitious and imaginative, and long vistas of future greatness opened before her, all commencing with the wonderful fact that her child could read and write.
Annorah had lately added to her Scripture reading, "Kirwan's Letters to Archbishop Hughes." She read it to her mother whenever a spare hour enabled her to run home. Biddy had been greatly interested in the appeals and arguments of her talented countryman, and deeply impressed by his life-like delineation of the follies and superstitions of the Romish ritual.
Annie's influence grew stronger and stronger, and not a day passed without some precious truth from her lips finding a place in the heart of her attendant. It was many weeks before Annorah yielded to her persuasions, and commenced learning to read.
"You have a daughter, I believe?" said Mrs. Lee. "Two of them, an' ye plaze, ma'am," replied Biddy, wiping her arms as she spoke. "Are they both at home?" "It's Bessie that is in service; and it's only Annorah that's at home, shure." "What is Annorah doing?" inquired Mrs. Lee. "Doing?" repeated Biddy wonderingly. "I mean, how does she get her living?" "At service too, ma'am, when it is to be had.
Did you ever see such gold, and crimson, and purple before? But the sunset is not half so bright and beautiful as the true Christian's prospects." Looking at the sunset reminded Annorah that it was late for her charge to be out. A very slight rustle in the bushes behind her, recalled what she had strangely forgotten, in her interest in the conversation.
"Ah, ma'am, in all me troubles, and when I was wickedest, was it not her voice that was full and sweet with the pleasant encouragement? Oh, core o' me heart, acushla, what'll I do? what'll I do?" "We must trust in God, Annorah.
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