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Updated: May 4, 2025
Do, for goodness' sake, let me in, Alice, asthore!" But Alice was obdurate. Once let Kitty in, she would never be able to get rid of her again, and her lessons must be learned. They were specially difficult and required all her attention. "Then if you won't," cried Kitty, whose quick temper was beginning to rise, "at least fling the things out of the window."
"No, indeed, asthore, he did not then oh, the sorra syllable oh no; if I said so, don't believe me." And yet the very words he uttered, in consequence of the meaning which, they received from his manner, made an impression directly the reverse of their natural import. "Well then," she said, "that's all you have to say to me?"
It was misery druv 'em to it, every one; perhaps it might hav' druv me the same way, if I'd a lot o' childer, and Johnny gone to glory and the blessed saints save him from that same at all at all!" "What! from going to glory?" said John. "Och, thin, and wouldn't I just go mad if ever such ill luck happened to yees as to be taken to heaven in the prime of your days, asthore?"
"Kathleen, asthore," he replied, in those terms of endearment which flow so tenderly through the language of the people; "sure whin I remimber your fair young face your yellow hair, and the light that was in your eyes, acushla machree but that's gone long ago och, don't ax me to stop.
"That's just what he has not, Bridget; he has left the mountains and come down somewhere to the Infield country; but where, I cannot make out." "Well, asthore, he'll only bring on his own punishment. Troth, I'm not a bit sorry that Granua missed him. I never was to say, for the match, but you should have your way, and force the girl there to it, over and above.
"Ah, Dermot, Dermot asthore! why was it I trated ye so!" The tears were trickling through her fingers, and her heart was aching with self-reproach. "Eily, mavourneen!"
It was a short letter compared to her mother's, but it was in the handwriting she loved best on earth. The place is mine no longer; it belongs to the English. To think I, O'Shanaghgan of Castle O'Shanaghgan, should live to write the words. Your mother put it to me, and I could not refuse her; but, oh, Nora asthore, heart of my life, I can scarcely bear to live here now.
She's gone, an' I'd be glad to folly her as soon as I could. Yes, asthore, you're departed from me! an' now I'm gone asthray out o' the right an' out o' the good! Oh, Ma'am," he proceeded, whilst the tears rolled fast down his cheeks, "if you knew her her last words, too Oh, she was she was but where's the use o' sayin' what she was?
"Have conduct, woman dear!" cried his owner to Salemina. "Sure if you kape on moidherin' him wid that ombrelly, you'll have him ugly on me immajently, and the divil a bit o' me can stop him." "Don't be cryin' that way, asthore," he went on, going to Francesca's side, and piloting her tenderly to the hedge. "Sure I'll nourish him wid the whip whin I get him to a more remoted place."
"Now," said he, "you all see that you all see that he won't kiss me again, and that is bekaise he can't do it; Atty, Atty," he said, "won't you speak to me? it's I, Atty, sure it's I, Atty dear, your lovin' father, that's callin' you to spake to him. Atty dear, won't you spake to me do you hear my voice, asthore machree do you hear your father's voice, that's callin' on you to forgive him?"
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