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Nothing would do her right or wrong but she'd have her tent set up on the south end of the island; and that's what wouldn't suit me at all." Priscilla glanced at the smaller of the two hills which make up the island of Inishbawn. It stood remote from the Kinsellas' homestead and the patches of cultivated land, separated from them by a rough causeway of grey boulders.
She was moving very slowly across another stretch of open water. On her lee bow lay Inishbawn. The island differs from most others in the bay in being twin. Instead of one there are two green mounds linked together by a long ridge of grey boulders.
"He shoved me off the end of the steamer's gangway," said Frank, "and sprained my ankle. He has never so much as said he was sorry." "Good," said Miss Rutherford. "Now our consciences are absolutely clear. What we are going to do is to carry off the blushing bride to some distant island." "Inishbawn," said Priscilla. The Tortoise had slipped through the passage at the south end of Finislaun.
"Am I to take him?" said Miss Rutherford. "I didn't know that was part of the plan. I thought we were all going together to Inishbawn, the sanctuary." "Didn't I tell you," said Priscilla. "We decided that you were to have charge of Barnabas for a few days until the trouble blows over a bit. You're to pretend that he's your husband. You don't mind, do you?"
"Bedamn," he said, "but if I'd known that was to be the way it was to be I might as well have put him ashore there myself and not have wetted him." On the beach at Inishbawn when the boat grounded, were Lady Isabel, Mrs.
Priscilla hooked her elbow over the tiller and ticked off the three mysteries on the fingers of her right hand. "The sponge lady, whose name may be Miss Rutherford, one. Inishbawn Island, that's two. The original spies, which makes three. I'm afraid we'll have to row again. Do you think you can, Cousin Frank?" "Of course I can." "Don't be offended.
It's too fond of asking questions you are, Peter Walsh, about what doesn't concern you." The sergeant turned his back and walked away. Peter Walsh watched him enter the barrack. Then he himself went back to Sweeny's shop. "They're wanting a boat," he said. "Joseph Antony Kinsella's or another." "And what for?" "Unless it's to go out to Inishbawn," said Peter, "I don't know what for."
You needn't be looking at me like that, Peter Walsh. He's sober enough. Hard for him to be anything else for he's been in his bed the whole of the night." "Will you tell him, ma'am," said Peter Walsh, "that there's no boats in it only the Tortoise, and that one itself won't be there for long for the wind's easterly and it's a fair run out to Inishbawn." Mrs. Sweeny repeated this message.
From a hollow in it a thin column of smoke arose, and was blown in torn wreaths along the slope. "It would not suit you a bit," said Priscilla. "What made her want to go there?" said Frank. The bare southern hill of Inishbawn seemed to him a singularly unattractive camping ground. It was a windswept, desolate spot.
He did not, however, feel it necessary to make this obvious retort. Peter Walsh, the rudder under his arm, went back to Joseph Antony Kinsella, who was still sitting on the edge of the quay. "She says," he said, "that without there's a new iron on that rudder tomorrow morning, she'll go out to Inishbawn and the young fellow along with her." "Let Patsy the smith put it on for her, then."
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