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He was a gentleman of an old-fashioned kind, and, partly perhaps because he had never married, was very chivalrous towards women. But Mrs. Gregg's curtsey and the cheers which followed it were too much for him. His position had become intolerable. Mrs. Gregg, suddenly deserted by her escort, dropped the bouquet and fled. Sergeant Colgan picked it up and laid it solemnly at the foot of the statue.
She's next door to me" and he winked at Solomon "an' barrin' the paleness, by the powers gettin' on famous; throth, sir," in reply to Val "only share of two half-pints wid Paddy Colgan, in regard of that day that's in it blowin' bullocks and, I believe, another half-pint wid Para Bellow. Blood, sir, but that's a beautiful drop! Sowl it would take the tear off a widow's pig or the widow herself.
"And if there's no chops in the house and there may not be run across to Kerrigan the butcher and ask him for a couple. It'll be quicker than killing a chicken; but that's what you'll have to do in the latter end if Kerrigan has no chops." "It was only this morning," said Sergeant Colgan hopefully, "that Kerrigan killed a sheep." Mary Ellen crossed the street towards Kerrigan's shop.
The party, Doyle at the head of it, passed into the hotel. Sergeant Colgan turned and faced the crowd. His hand was on the baton at his side. His face and attitude were majestic. "Get along home now, every one of yous," he said. "Get along out of that!" said Constable Moriarty. In twos and threes, in little groups of ten and twelve, silently obedient, the crowd slunk away.
Several men, perhaps a dozen, drifted across the square towards the barrack door. They had some hope of finding out what Mr. Gregg wanted with the doctor. They were not, however, given the opportunity of peering through the barrack windows. Sergeant Colgan saw them in good time and dispersed them at once. "Get along home now out of that," he said, "every one of yez."
At all events, the faith of the Irish has never wavered in such matters, and to-day they hold the same confidence in the priests' power that meets us everywhere in the pages of Colgan and Ward. The reason is, that they admit Christianity without reserve; and in its entirety it is supernatural.
Start for Caerfili Johanna Colgan Alms-Giving The Monstrous Female The Evil Prayer The Next Day The Aifrionn Unclean Spirits Expectation Wreaking Vengeance A decent Alms. I LEFT Merthyr about twelve o'clock for Caerfili. My course lay along the valley to the south-east.
Father McCormack, give her the string. She doesn't seem able to find it." Father McCormack handed the end of the string to Mary Ellen. She chucked at it in a timid, doubtful way. Nothing happened. "Pull harder," said Dr. O'Grady. Sergeant Colgan, who was a benevolent man, and therefore anxious that the ceremony should be a success, stepped to Mary Ellen's side and laid his hand on hers.
From 1620 to 1630, O'Clery travelled through the kingdom, buying or transcribing everything he could find relating to the lives of the Irish saints, which he sent to Louvain, where Ward and Colgan undertook to edit and illustrate them.
IV. Alleged motives for later invention of Pre-Patrician story. In this matter and at this hour it is hardly worth appealing to the authority of Lanigan and the scholars of the past. Much evidence not available in Lanigan's day is now at the service of scholars. We are to look rather at the reasoning of Colgan, Ussher, and Lanigan than to the mere weight of their names.
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