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We've just come," was the reply. "But who was it? Some one was here." "Some one?" said "His Majesty." "Oh, maybe it was our r'y'l footstep." "No but some one was talking Spanish." "Walkin' Spanish, ye mane," replied the august monarch. "Sure nobody's been talkin' Spanish here at all at all." "But, your Majesty, some one was here talking to me close to me." "Shure it was one av the gyerruls."
Whisper, darlint" and he bent down his royal head close to Mrs. Russell's tingling ear "whisper, jool: I'm wantin' to have a discoorse wid ye somethin' important I must see ye alone. It's ill convaynient just now, an' I don't want to be overheard. I'll wait till the gyerruls are aslape, an' I'll luk in. Ye'll moind, will ye? This noight, jool." "Ah, sire ah, 'Your Majesty," sighed Mrs.
Russell could not make out what he said, nor had she a chance to explain. For in the midst of all this there occurred a new interruption. This was the sound of a key turning in the door. The door opened immediately behind Mrs. Russell, and a soft voice, said in familiar tones and in a husky whisper: "Whis-s-s-s-sht, darlin' are ye awake, thin! Sure I hope the gyerruls are aslape."
"Shure whisht, will yez, or ye'll waken up the gyerruls," said the monarch. "I'll protect yez, if ye'll let me, so I will." "Oh!" said Mrs. Russell, clinging more closely to "His Majesty," "do you hear that?" "What?" "That noise!" "What noise?" "I heard a wow wow whisper!" sobbed the lady. "A whisper nonsinse!" said "His Majesty." "Oh, listen!" said Mrs.
Russell, holding him tight, so that he could not get free. At this "His Majesty" remained perfectly still, and listened. There certainly were some low, indistinct sounds, among which were whispers. "Shure it's the gyerruls," said "His Majesty." "That's what it is." "Oh, look! look!" cried Mrs. Russell. "The ghost! the ghost!" And with a loud cry Mrs. Russell fell back.
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