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Barry had just succeeded in raising his sister to the sofa as he heard the knock. "Who's that?" he called out loudly; "what do you want?" "Plaze yer honer, Miss Anty's wanting in the kitchen." "She's busy, and can't come at present; she'll be there directly." "Is she ill at all, Mr. Barry? God bless you, spake, Miss Anty; in God's name, spake thin. Ah! Mr.
"God knows," said Daly, "I want to have no hand in hurting any of you; but, to tell the truth, Martin, it would be well for Miss Lynch to have a better adviser than you or she may get herself, and, what she'll think more of, she'll get her friends maning you, Mrs Kelly, and your family into a heap of throubles." "Oh, God forbid, thin!" exclaimed Anty. "Niver mind us, Mr Daly," said the widow.
Barry Lynch walked out of the room, and into the garden before the house, to think over what he had done, and what he'd better do for the future, leaving Anty to the care of the frightened woman. She soon came to herself, and, excepting that her head was bruised in the fall, was not much hurt.
This did not wake her, so he put the candle down on the table, close beside the bed, and, steadying himself against the bedstead, he shook her again and again. "Anty", he whispered, "Anty"; and, at last, she opened her eyes.
"Body and soul, man!" exclaimed the other, jumping from his recumbent position on the sofa, "You don't mean to tell me you're going to marry Anty Lynch?" "In course not," answered Martin; "av' your lordship objects." "Object, man! How the devil can I object? Why, she's six hundred a year, hasn't she?" "About four, my lord, I think's nearest the mark." "Four hundred a year!
Had Anty repented of her bargain, during his short absence? Had that old reptile Moylan, played him false, and spoilt his game? "That must be it," said Martin to himself, "and it's odd but I'll be even with the schamer, yet; only she's so asy frightened! Av' she'd the laist pluck in life, it's little I'd care for Moylan or Barry either." This little soliloquy brought him to the inn door.
Martin got home in time for a snug tea with Anty and his sisters, and succeeded in prevailing on the three to take each a glass of punch; and, before Anty went to bed he began to find himself more at his ease with her, and able to call her by her Christian name without any disagreeable emotion. He certainly had a most able coadjutor in Meg.
But let me hear how on earth you ever got face enough to go up and ask Anty Lynch to marry you." "Oh! a little soft sawther did it! I wasn't long in putting my com'ether on her when I once began. Well, my lord, from that day out from afther Moylan's visit, you know I began really to think of it.
"But mind, Anty," whispered the cautious widow, as her hand was on the parlour door, "becase this Daly is wanting to speak to you, that's no rason you should be wanting to spake to him; so, if you'll be said by me, you'll jist hould your tongue, and let him say on."
You must get me some lawyer here, Martin; I'm afraid you're not lawyer enough for that yourself." "Indeed I'm not, Anty; it's a trade I know little about." "Well; you must get me a lawyer; not to-morrow, for I know I shan't be well enough; but I hope I shall next day, and you may tell him just what to put in it. I've no secrets from you."
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