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Faix, this is the first welcome I 've got yet from anny one. 'Tis a beautiful welcome, too, I'll get me apron out of me bundle, by your l'ave, Mrs. Con'ly. You 've a strong resemblance to Flaherty's folks, dear, being cousins. Well, 't is a fine thing to have good neighbors. You an' Mrs. Dunleavy is very pleasant here so close together."
"Ann Bogans was plinty here once, then, God rest them! There was two Ann Bogans, mother and daughter, lived down by Flaherty's when I first come here. They died in the one year, too; 't is most thirty years ago," said Bridget Connelly, in her most friendly tone.
Rooney. Old McB. What is it she's saying? Phil. What test, Mrs. Rooney? Randal. Dear mother, name your test. Catty. Let Honor McBride be summoned, and if she can prove she took no ring, and was not behind the chapel with Randal, nor drinking at Flaherty's with him, the time she was, I give up all. Randal. Agreed, with all the pleasure in life, mother. Oh, may I run for her?
"Sister, if 'tis not disagreeable to you to spare me, I have the message to leave at Mrs Flaherty's, and will go forward and meet with you at our door. Excuse me, Mr Lepel. My sister is a slow walker and I a swift. I knew not 'twas so late." Off went Miss Maria. Turning the corner, she picked up her petticoats and legged it along like a hare at dawn.
Rooney lies, as I'm confident, sir for she come in quite mad, and abused my sister Honor; accusing her, before all, of being sitting and giving her company to Randal Rooney at Flaherty's, drinking, and something about a ring, and a meeting behind the chapel, which I couldn't understand; but it fired me, and I stepped but I recollected I'd promised Honor not to let her provoke me to lift a hand good or bad so I stepped across very civil, and I said to her, says I, Ma'am, it's all lies some one has been belying Honor McBride to you, Mrs.
"There was Bogans living down by the brick mill when I first come here, neighbors to Flaherty's folks," continued Mrs. Dunleavy, more and more aggrieved. "Biddy Con'ly ought to know the Flahertys, they being her cousins.
Flaherty's hands for investment, he had insisted upon the politician's taking a more liberal commission than was customary. His idea had been to show his appreciation and relieve himself from any entanglement or obligation. If Mr. Flaherty had chosen to consider it a bribe, he, Felix Brand, could hardly be held responsible for another's idiosyncrasies. Yes, he had talked with Mr.
It had Flaherty down on th' flure an' was feedin' him with a book they call th' 'Christyan Martyrs, whin Mrs. O'Grady put a bottle in Flaherty's hands. 'What's this? says Flaherty. 'Howly wather, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Sprinkle it on him, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Woman, says th' tailor between th' chapter iv th' book, 'this is no time f'r miracles, he says.
"'I 'll find her, says the poor 'oman as if she 'd only to look; indeed, she 's got the boldness," reported Mary Dunleavy, peace being fully restored. "'T was to Flaherty's she 'd go first, and they all moved to La'rence twelve years ago, and all she 'll get from anny one would be the address of the cimet'ry. There was plenty here knowing to Ann Bogan once.
Not to be detaining your honour too long I was in Ballynavogue this forenoon, and was just that is, Miss Car'line Flaherty was just Mr. Carv. Miss Caroline Flaherty! What in nature can she have to do with the business? Phil. Only axing me, sir, she was, to play the flageolets, which was the rason I was sitting at Flaherty's. Mr. Carv. Address yourself to the court, young man. Phil.
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