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He was confused by all these new ideas shot into his mind suddenly like this after dinner, he could see that Pinckney was genuine enough, all the same it irritated him to think that Philip Berknowles should have chosen a youth like this to be second father to Phyl. What was the matter with himself, Hennessey?
"Do you know what Silas Grangerson asked me to-night?" she said. "No." "He asked me were you engaged to her." "Phyl?" "Miss Berknowles. I don't know her well enough to call her Phyl." "He asked you that?" "Yes, said every one was talking of it, and the last time he saw you together you looked like an engaged couple the way you were carrying on."
I couldn't understand him. I've never seen any harm in Roman Catholics; there are loads in the States and they seem to be just as good citizens as the others, better, for they seem to stick tighter by their religion. Anyhow, there you are. Berknowles had them on the brain and nothing would do him but I must come over to look after the business myself."
"You coupled my name with the name of a lady in a most unjustifiable manner and I want your explanation here and now." "Who was the lady?" asked Silas, seemingly quite unmoved. "Miss Berknowles." "In what way did I couple your name with her, may I ask?" "No, you mayn't." Richard had turned pale before the calm insolence of the other.
We aren't your flesh and blood, and though the Pinckneys aren't much more to you, still, one drop of blood makes all the difference in the world. Then again, you're a cut above us; we're quite simple people, but the Berknowles were always in the Castle set and a long chalk above the Hennesseys.
Red hair when it is of the right colour is lovely, and Phylice Berknowles' hair was of the right red, worn in a tail she was only fifteen so long that she could bite the end with ease and comfort when she was in a meditative mood, a habit of perdition that no schoolmistress could break her of.
'Scuse my fooling, won't you I wouldn't with a stranger, but you don't seem a stranger somehow though I don't know your name." "Phylice Berknowles," said Phyl, glancing up at him and half wondering how it was that, despite his good looks, his manhood, and their total unacquaintanceship, she felt as little constrained in his presence as though he were a boy. "And my name is Silas Grangerson.
The very last thing he could have imagined was the sudden appearance of an American business man on the scene, armed with absolute power and possessing the eye of a hawk. "Your master asked me just before he died to look after this estate," began Pinckney; "in fact, he has appointed me to act as guardian to Miss Berknowles, so I just want to see how things stand. Now, to begin with the horses.
Here highly coloured gentlemen had slept the sleep of the just, under the table, whilst the ladies waited in vain for them in the drawing-room, here Colonel Berknowles had drunk a glass of mulled wine on that black morning over a hundred-and-thirty years ago when he went out with Councillor Kinsella and shot him through the lungs by the Round House on the Arranakilty Road.
What a pretty face it was, seen by the full warm glow of the turf, and what a perfectly shaped head! It was not the face and head of a Berknowles as you could easily have perceived had you compared it with the portraits in the picture gallery, but of a Mascarene.
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