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They had some friend of their own in view for the young lady, and had scornfully rejected the proposal of Ulick Brady, the ruined gentleman; who was quite unworthy, as these rustic bucks thought, of the hand of such a prodigiously wealthy heiress as their sister.
There's Uncle Ike talking in his sleep! I wonder what's eating him now? Shall I go and see?" "No," Ned said, hastily, seizing Frank by the arm. "Don't even look in that direction. Watch Mrs. Mary Brady!" The old woman's face was turned toward the spot where the mules were staked out, her figure was straight, tense, alert.
"And there's Kate Mahony on the other side," pursued Sister Louise, without appearing to notice Mrs. Brady's demeanour. "She has been lying here for seventeen years; haven't you, Kate?" "Aye, Sisther," said Kate, a thin-faced sweet-looking woman of about forty, looking up brightly. "Poor Kate!" said the Sister in a caressing tone. "You must get Kate to tell you her story some time, Mrs. Brady.
The relations existing between Loftus of Armagh and the Bishop of Meath were of the most strained kind. When Brady learned that Loftus had been made Dean of St. Patrick's he addressed an indignant protest to Cecil, but as both Loftus and himself aspired to become Archbishop of Dublin, both united to attack Curwen so as to secure his removal.
M'Evoy leered gleefully up at the Sister, and one or two feeble chuckles were heard from the neighbouring beds; but Mrs. Brady assumed an attitude which can only be described as one implying a mental drawing away of skirts, and preserved an impenetrable gravity. Evidently she had never associated with "the like" of Mrs. M'Evoy in the circles in which she had hitherto moved.
Pat was the first to speak. "There's a word or two I want to spake to you, Mr. McKeon." "To speak to me," said Mr. McKeon; "well, what is it?" "I couldn't just be telling you here; av you wouldn't mind stepping out, a minute or so it's not five minutes I'd be keeping you." McKeon accordingly went out into the dark yard, about thirty paces from the house, and Brady continued
"It would be awful to see Anne Tresslyn penniless," said the little man finally, a queer break in his voice. "She's a fair fighter, my boy. She doesn't whimper. She made her mistake and she's willing to pay. One couldn't ask more than that of any one. It means a good deal for her to chuck all this money. I don't want her to do it. I'm fond of her, Brady.
"Fire away, sir; I'm very well where I am, and I'm thinking I can howld out agin the hunger longer nor yer honer." "Your name is Pat Brady?" "It is." "Whose servant are you?" "Whose servant?" "Don't you understand what I say? whose servant are you?" "Faix thin, I don't call myself a servant at all." "Who's your master then?" "Mr. Macdermot here was my masther afore this affair."
The readers of Cosy Moments got Kid Brady raw. "Comrade Brady," said Psmith to Billy, "has a singularly pure and pleasing style. It is bound to appeal powerfully to the many-headed. Listen to this bit.
"That's a lie for you, Thady! and a black lie about your own sister too, to say he ever spoke a bad word against me! Pat Brady was telling you that perhaps. It's what he never did, or would do; for he's as true as you are false; and it's from jealousy, and just from your hate, because everybody else likes him, makes you say it.
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