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"No, no, my poor child; no, no. Do calm yourself, Nora. I will let you see the telegram; then you will know all that I know." "Oh, please, please!" Mrs. Hartrick took it out of her pocket. Nora clutched it very hard, but her trembling fingers could scarcely take the little flimsy pink sheet out of its envelope. At last she had managed it.
"My dear little Nora, I don't in the least see the resemblance," said Mr. Hartrick, who felt, and perhaps justly, rather nettled. "You seem to imply by your words that I have done your father an injury when I secured the home of his ancestors for him." "Oh, forgive me, Uncle George," said Nora. "I don't really mean to say anything against you, for you are just splendid." Mr.
"Wake up! wake up!" said a voice; and then Nora, who had been dreaming of her father, and also of Andy Neil, started up, crying as she did so, "Oh, don't, Andy! I know father will let you stay a little longer in the cot. Don't, don't, Andy!" "Who, in the name of fortune, is Andy?" called the clear voice of Molly Hartrick. "Do wake up, Nora, and don't look so dazed.
But, all the same, now that she had got the entree, as she expressed it, of the Hartricks' home, she intended to make a sensation. "When I do the thing I may as well do it properly," she said to herself. "I will make them open their eyes. I have watched Mrs. Hartrick in church; and, oh dear me! have not I longed to give her a poke in the back. And as to Linda, she thinks a great deal of her dress.
"Dinner was announced, and the meal went off very well. Molly was absolutely silent; Nora, taking her cue from her, hardly spoke; and Linda, Terence, and Mrs. Hartrick had it all their own way. But just as dessert was placed on the table, Mr. Hartrick looked at Nora and motioned to her to change seats and to come to one close to him.
Her father would hate it; but, after all, it was the only chance. Even she had sufficient common sense to know that Mr. Hartrick could not help unless he went to the old place. "Oh, you will do it when you see it," she said, with sudden rapture. "And you'll take me home with you?" "Well, I think not, Nora. Now that you are here you must stay.
Nora told it. "You are Irish, Mrs. Hartrick tells me." "Yes, Miss Flowers, I have lived all my life in Ireland." "I must find out what sort of instruction you have had. Have you ever been at school before?" "Never." "How old are you?" "Sixteen, Miss Flowers." "What things have you been taught?" "English subjects of different sorts," replied Nora.
It is essential in the present day that all well-educated women should be able to speak at least in three languages." "Then I am sorry, Aunt Grace, for I am afraid you will despise me. I shall never be well educated in that sense of the word." Mrs. Hartrick was silent. "I will speak to your uncle," she said after a pause. "While you are here you can have lessons.
I may appear ungrateful, but indeed, indeed I am not so in my heart, and it is very good of you to allow Molly to stay; and I will promise to take great care of her, and not to let her get too wild." "Thank you. Any message for your aunt, Nora?" said Mr. Hartrick gravely.
O'Shanaghgan left the barn, looking more erect and more stately even than when she had entered it. Mr. Hartrick followed her, so did the enraged Dr. Talbot, and lastly the English servants. Squire Murphy uttered the one word, "Routed!" and clapped his hand on his thigh. The Squire, however, spoke sadly.
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