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Had he known in time he would have insisted on her burial in the Kingsnorth vault. But she had already been interred in New York before the news of her death reached him. The one bitter hatred of his life had been against the man who had taken his sister in marriage and in so doing had killed all possibility of Kingsnorth succeeding in his political and social aspirations.
He became conscious of the cable he had found tightly clasped in her hand. He picked it up and read it. It was very brief: You have made your bed, lie in it. Nathaniel Kingsnorth. was all it said. Toward morning the doctor placed a little mite of humanity in O'Connell's arms. He looked down at it in a stupor. It had really come to pass. Their child Angela's and his! A little baby-girl.
He did not like this man's tone. It suggested a glorification of the former BANKRUPT landlord and a lack of appreciation of the present SOLVENT one. "So the English think," Burke answered. Kingsnorth went on: "If we knew the whole truth we would probably find the very methods these people used were the cause of the sorry condition this village is in now.
We've made them see that loyalty to the Throne is better than loyalty to a Fenian." "How have they done it?" "A little persuasion and some slight coercion, sir." "I am glad of it. It would be a crime against justice for a man who openly breaks the law not to be punished through being tried before a jury of sympathisers." "Few of them escape, Mr. Kingsnorth. Dublin Castle found the way.
A Kingsnorth swindled its rightful owner. Lent him money on usury, bought up his bills and his mortgages and when he couldn't pay foreclosed on him. No wander there's a curse on the village and on us!" Kingsnorth tried to speak, but she stopped him: "Wait a moment. It was a good stroke of business taking this estate away. Oh yes, it was a good stroke of business.
"I don't feel like one of your family. YOU are a KINGSNORTH. I am my MOTHER'S child. My poor, gentle, patient mother, who lived a life of unselfish resignation: who welcomed death, when it came to her, as a release from tyranny. Don't call ME a Kingsnorth. I know the family too well. I know all the name means to the people who have suffered through YOUR FAMILY."
"He came here to attack landlords to attack ME. ME! And YOU bring him to MY house and with that RABBLE. It's outrageous! Monstrous!" "I couldn't leave him with those heartless wretches to die in their hands." "He leaves here the moment a doctor has attended him." "Very well. Is that all?" "No, it isn't!" Kingsnorth tried to control his anger.
Kingsnorth felt, as he sat down, that it was indeed a red-letter night for him and for England. The Times, in reviewing the speeches the following morning, significantly commented that: "Mr. Kingsnorth had solved, in a moment of entreaty, to a hitherto indifferent Providence, the entire Irish difficulty."
Is that a crime? He was shot down by soldiers for what? For showing something we English are always boasting of feeling OURSELVES and resent any other nation feeling it patriotism!" "Stop!" commanded Kingsnorth. "If you take that sick, wretched man out of this house it will be a crime " began Angela. Kingsnorth stopped her; he turned to the magistrate: "Kindly take the man away."
Kingsnorth said, 'he would be sure at least of his niece having a strict up-bringing in the best traditions of the Kingsnorths, and that though his sister Monica was somewhat narrow and conventional in ideas' I use his own words 'still he felt sure she was eminently fitted to undertake such a charge. There you have the whole object of my visit.
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