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You see I am come as usual no, not as usual, either to kiss you; I will place my cheek against yours, as I used to do, dear papa, and you will allow me to weep to weep and to say that never father deserved the love of a daughter as you have deserved mine; and never did daughter love an affectionate and indulgent father more tenderly than your Cooleen Bawn does you."
But I confess I am myself now forced to see the value of my services, and I thank heaven for having made me the humble instrument of saving your father's life, not only for his own sake, Miss Folliard, but for yours. I now feel a double debt of gratitude to heaven for it." The Cooleen Bawn did not speak, but the tears ran down her cheeks. "Good-night, sir," she said.
The Cooleen Bawn did not faint nor become weak but she put her fair white hand to her forehead then looked around the room, then upon Mrs. Brown, and lastly upon Mrs. Hastings. They also looked upon her. God help both her and them! Yes, they looked upon her countenance that lovely countenance and then into her eyes those eyes! But, alas! where was their beauty now? Where their expression?
The three culprits were notorious Sir Robert Whitecraft, the priest-hunter and prosecutor; the notorious Red Rapparee, whose exploits had been commemorated in a thousand ballads; and "Willy Reilly," whose love for the far-famed Cooleen Bawn, together with her unconquerable passion for him, had been known throughout the empire.
Buckley, says he, 'what's the news? 'Be dhe husth, says I, 'before I sell you the chickens, let me ax is the Cooleen Bawn at home? 'She is, says he, lookin' me sharp and straight in the face; 'do you want her? 'I would like to see her, says I, 'for a minute or two. 'Ay, says he, back agin to me, 'you have a message and you know besides that she never buys chickens; that's my business. 'But, says I, back agin, 'I was tould by him that you were faithful, and could be depinded on. 'Ay, says he; 'but I thought he had left the counthry. 'Troth, then, says I, 'he's to the fore still, and won't lave the counthry till he sees her wanst more, at all events. 'Have you a letther? 'Betherahin, says I, 'could you let me see her; for he tould me to say to her that she is not, to indite letthers to him, for fraid of discovery. 'Well, says he, 'as the master's at home, I'll have some difficulty in spakin' to her.
The gentleman followed him; but why did his cheek become pale, and why did his heart palpitate as if it would burst and bound out of his bosom? We shall see. On entering the drawing-room he bowed, and was about to apologize for his intrusion, when the Cooleen Bawn, recognizing him as a stranger, approached him and said: "Oh! can you tell me where is William Reilly?
"If you should be sent to a far-off land, wear this for the sake of her who appreciated your virtues, your noble spirit, and your pure and disinterested love; look upon it when, perhaps, the Atlantic may roll between us, and when you do, think of your Cooleen Bawn, and the love she bore you; but if a still unhappier fate should be yours, let it be placed with you in your grave, and next that heart, that noble heart, that refused to sacrifice your honor and your religion even to your love for me.
Wasn't he in love with the beautiful Cooleen Bawn, Squire Folliard's daughter? 'That's not the question between us, he said, 'but if you enable me to catch Reilly, I will give you twenty pounds. 'Well, your honor, says I, 'lave the thing to myself; if he is to be had it'll go hard but I'll find him. 'Well, then, says he, 'if you can tell me where he is I will give you twenty pounds, as I said. 'Well, sir, says I, 'I expect to hear from you; I am not sure he's in the country indeed they say he is not but if he is, I think I'll find him for you; and so we parted."
Reilly then sat down, and penned the following letter to his dear Cooleen Bawn: "I am now thoroughly disguised, indeed so effectually that my nearest and dearest friends could not know me; nay, I question whether even you yourself would, except by the keen intuition of affection, which is said to penetrate all disguises, unless those of falsehood and hypocrisy.
Now, over and above that, they'd have done the same thing with his son Fergus, but that he disappeared and but few knows what became of him." "Why, did he go without having had an interview with you?" asked the Cooleen. "Indeed he did, miss, and small blame to him; for the truth is, he had little time for leave-takin' it was as much as he could do to make his escape, which, thank God, he did.
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