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That night the girl's father killed himself, and the two were buried in the same grave. Cynthie " "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" "You hear? Yes, like that all the time as she sat on the floor, her hair about her like a cloud, and the dead bodies in the next room. She thought she had killed Fingall, and she knew now that he was innocent. The two were buried.
The upper leathers of Mack's shoes were burnt as if by fire, and Lewis's back was sadly blistered. The dogs lost the skin off the soles of their feet, and poor Fingall, one of our best, perished on the road. Amidst all the sufferings of the other animals the sheep thrived exceedingly well under Tampawang's charge who was a capital shepherd.
Fenn was as bad as they make, but she loved him, and Fingall knew it well, though he hated the young skunk. The girl's eyes were like two little fire-flies when Fingall was about. "He was a gentleman, though he had only half a name Fingall like that.
Pierre raised his head towards the sound; then after a moment, said: "I know Fingall." "And the woman? Tell me." "And the girl. Fingall was all fire and heart, and devil-may-care. She she was not beautiful except in the eye, but that was like a flame of red and blue. Her hair, too then would trip her up, if it hung loose. That was all, except that she loved him too much.
"But," said Lawless, not heeding the scene, "what about that sixth bullet?" "Holy, it is plain! Fingall did not fire the shot. His revolver was full, every chamber, when Cynthie first took it." "Who killed the lad?" "Can you not guess? There had been words between the father and the boy: both had fierce blood.
Two men, lounging at a fire on a ledge of the hills, raised their eyes to the mountain-side beyond and above them, and one said presently: "The second time. It's a woman's voice, Pierre." Pierre nodded, and abstractedly stirred the coals about with a twig. "Well, it is a pity the poor Cynthie," he said at last. "It is a woman, then. You know her, Pierre her story?" "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
Between him and Desmond there existed the bitterest animosity. In 1464, nine of the Deputy's men were slain in a broil in Fingall, by tenants or servants of the Bishop. The next year each party repaired to London to vindicate himself and criminate his antagonist.
I think he did not expect to stay; he seemed to be waiting for something always when the mail come in he would be there; and afterwards you wouldn't see him for a time. So it seemed to me that he made up his mind to think nothing of Cynthie, and to say nothing." "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" The strange, sweet, singing voice sounded nearer. "She's coming this way, Pierre," said Lawless.
Pierre raised his head towards the sound; then after a moment, said: "I know Fingall." "And the woman? Tell me." "And the girl. Fingall was all fire and heart, and devil-may-care. She she was not beautiful except in the eye, but that was like a flame of red and blue. Her hair, too then would trip her up, if it hung loose. That was all, except that she loved him too much.
By and by we told her he was getting well, and then she didn't come, but stayed at home, just saying his name over to herself. Alors, things take hold of a woman it is strange! When Fingall was strong enough to go out, I went with him the first time. He was all thin and handsome as you can think, but he had no memory, and his eyes were like a child's. She saw him, and came out to meet him.
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