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"Art, that's a nate patthern in your waistcoat; but any how, I dunna how it is that you contrive to have every thing about you dacenter an' jinteeler than another." This, by the way, was true, both of him and his brother. "Tut, it's but middlin'," said Art; "it's now but a has-been: when it was at itself it wasn't so bad."
Sure, it's all one throuble," says he, "and, troth, I dunna how it is, but brandy always plays the puck wid my inthrails." "'Pon my conscience, then," says the Pope, "it's very sorry I am, Misther Maguire," says he, "that it isn't in my power to plase you; for I'm sure and certaint that there's not as much whiskey in Room this blessed minit as 'ud blind the eye ov a midge."
I won'er you dunna hear 'em screaming. His cause was lost, and he knew it, but he pleaded on. 'No. If I hadna swore by the Mountain I wouldna come, she said. 'You've got blood on you. At that moment a neighbour passed and offered Hazel a lift. Now that she was marrying a minister, she had become a personality.
'You're no wife for my son, she said, 'you've sinned with another man. 'I hanna done nought nor said nought; it's all other folk's doing and saying, so I dunna see as I've sinned. And I never could abear 'ee, Hazel cried; 'I'd as lief you was dead as quick! She rushed up to her room and flung herself on her bed sobbing.
'You'd ought to have told me. She says it's mortal pain to have a baby, and I'm feared I'm feared! 'Hazel, he said humbly, 'I may as well tell you now that I mean to marry you. The parson must divorce you. Then we'll be married. And I'll turn over a new leaf. 'I'll ne'er marry you! said Hazel, 'not till Doom breaks. I dunna like you. I like Ed'ard.
"Have you seen the agint since you gave him the petition?" asked Hanlon. "I did, but he had no discoorse with the Hendherson's; and he bid me call on him again." "I dunna what does he intend to do?" "Hut, nothing. What 'id he do? I'll go bail, he'll never trouble his head about it more; at any rate I tould him a thing."
"In troth, then," says the Pope, "I dunna which 'ud be the biggest lie, to my mind," says he; "the one appears to be about as big a bounce as the other."
"An' so you will, too, avillish. Throth, Owen, it's you that'll be the proud man, steppin' in to them in all your grandeur! Ha, ha, ha! The spirit o' the M'Carthys is in you still, Owen." "Ha, ha, ha! It is, darlin'; it is, indeed; an' I'd be sarry it wasn't. I long to see poor Widow Murray. I dunna is her son, Jemmy, married.
"Ah, ye dunna knoa aw, Alizon." "Weel, there's neaw use whimpering abowt a duv," observed Jem, gruffly. "Ey'n bring ye another t' furst time ey go to Cown." "There's nah another bird like that," sobbed the little girl. "Shoot that cruel hawk fo' me, Jem, win ye." "How conney wench, whon its flown away?" he replied. "Boh ey'n rob a hawk's neest fo ye, if that'll do os weel."
'Dunna talk, said Hazel quickly; 'it's bad for 'ee! She was afraid to break the magical silence, afraid that the new peace that came with Marston's presence would vanish like the moon in driving cloud, and that she would feel the dragging chain that pulled her back to Reddin. Edward was silent, puzzling over the question, Why had not Hazel asked for his help?
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