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"'I have not got them to-day, ma'am, says he. "'Is that the way you keep your promise, Tom? says she; 'I'll tell you what it is, Tom I'll tare the eyes out o' the childre' if you don't get me shoes. "'Whisht! whisht! says Tom, frightened out of his life for his children's eyes. 'Don't be in a passion, pussy.
"'You're goin' off to the town, says she, 'to buy shoes for the childre', says she, 'and never thought o' gettin' me a pair. "'You! says Tom." "'Yis, me, Tom Connor, says she; 'and the neighbours wondhers that a respectable man like you allows your cat to go about the counthry barefutted, says she." "'Is it a cat to ware shoes? says Tom."
"Me, Rosha!" exclaimed her husband; "God forgive you for that! but when I see that one of my childre' wont spake a word to me with respect or civility no, not even in his natural voice, it is surely time for ma to try if I can't find affection in his brother."
What brought us here, childre'? Oh! ay I wanted to see the ould places there's Claghleim, where the walls of the house she was born in, and the green garden, is both to the fore; yet I hope they won't be disturbed, if it was only for the sake of them that's gone; an' there's the rock on the top of Lisbane,where, in the summer evening, long, long ago, I used to sit an' listen to Peggy Na Laveen singin' over our holy songs the darlin' ould songs of the counthry.
And Raymond, my boy, how goes it wid you?" "I don't care for you," replied the fool; "you drove away Widow Branagan's cow, an' left the childre to the black wather. Bad luck to you!" Darby started; for there is a superstition among the Irish, that the curse of an "innocent" is one of the most unlucky that can be uttered. "Don't curse me," replied Darby; "sure, Raymond, I did only my duty."
"The Lady Anne, that is eldest, hath but nine years, I do hear." "Ay me, Master Calverley! Have they any mother?" "Trust me, ay!" broke in Bertram. "Why, have you forgot that my Lady of March is sister unto the Duchess' Grace of York?" "And is she prisoned with the childre?" "Holy Mary! the King's Grace lacketh not her," said Bertram.
Yes, darlins, your father is now goin' to fight your battle to put himself, for your sakes, against the laws of man, but not against the laws of nature that God has put into my heart for my dying childre. Either the one funeral will carry three corpses to the grave, or I will bring yez relief. It's comin' near, and I'll stand undher this tree."
"Ay, in very deed," said Maude, "the which methinks she could never have found without." "God have it so!" answered Hugh, gently. "Be these all thy news, sweet Hugh?" inquired Bertram. "Is nought at work in the outer world?" "Matters be reasonable peaceful at this present. "Hath he so?" asked Bertram, with interest. "Poor hearts!" "Be they small childre?" said Maude, compassionately.
"For near two-and-twenty years." "That's enough," she replied; "God's hand is in it all I must now go. I have done what I was axed to do; but there's a higher will at work. Honest woman," she added, addressing Mrs. Dalton, "I wish you and your childre good night!" The moment she went they almost ceased to think of her.
That's a good, boy, thank you, an' God bless an' prosper you! I'm sure you were always biddable." "Now childre," said the farmer, addressing his sons and daughters, "never see the sthranger widout a friend, nor wantin' a bed or a dinner, when you grow up to be men an' women.
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