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As she looked out over the "sea of upturned faces," she saw Mr. Kinsella and Pierce in the pit. They were applauding vigorously but Mr. Kinsella had an eye on their box, evidently in hopes of recognition. Molly gave him a delighted bow and then told her mother and the marchioness of his presence. The marquis overheard her remark. "What! Do you mean my old friend, Tom Kinsella? Where, where?
Peter Walsh upset the Tortoise on purpose I now think but no one else has said so yet and Lord Torrington swam for his life while his lovely daughter wrung her lily hands in shrill despair, this being the exact opposite of what was the case with Lord Ullin's daughter. Joseph Antony Kinsella and Jimmy and I rescued the drowning mariner in your boat.
At any rate, they came back to Paris with a much better opinion of themselves than they had taken away. Mr. Kinsella looked more than ever like a gray-haired Pierce. He said he had taken a dip in the fountain of eternal youth and never intended to get a day older than he was. Elise's eyes were sparkling and her cheeks all aglow.
"Look at that now," cried Mrs. Kinsella, with shrill glee; "sure that's me own first cousin's son that went over beyant a couple of years ago. Well, now to think " "Ah, for goodness' sake, let's hear the end of the letther," cried Dan and his wife together, both violently excited.
The spy took his oars and pulled away. Priscilla and Frank watched the boat until she disappeared. "Pretty rough luck on us," said Priscilla, "Jimmy Kinsella turning up just at that moment. I wonder if that woman is a man in disguise. She might be, you know. They sometimes are." "Couldn't possibly. No man would have been such a fool as to go trying to dry anybody with a pocket handkerchief.
'Well, well, I always thought it 'ud be me that 'ud have the buryin' o' Dan an' Mary. An' off wid him then up the hill to Dalys', but he'll be apt to be lookin' in on his way back." "He will, to be sure," agreed Mary, in rather doleful tones. When Mrs. Kinsella had departed she sat cowering over the fire without heeding her unfinished cup of tea.
But all the lazy and thriftless ones are better off now than they ever were; they get from £4 to £6 a month, with nothing to do, and so they're in clover, and they naturally don't like to have the industrious, well-to-do tenants spoil their fun by making a general settlement." "Besides that," he added, "that man Kinsella and his comrade Ryan are the terror of the whole of them.
Kinsella. But before she did anything, she sold her sketches for enough to get her here third class on the train. She has made up with Frances and is now as enthusiastic about her as she used to be down on her. What a Judy she is, anyhow! "Mr. Kinsella has been here twice this morning to ask if he could see you. He is afraid you are ill because you are sleeping so late.
She had looked forward with so much eagerness to meeting Mr. Kinsella again, and now on the first occasion when they might have had a real conversation, here he was spending the whole time laughing and talking with Julia Kean. She was glad of the diversion of Mrs. Pace's entrance, as it necessarily caused some cessation of what looked to her like a flirtation between Mr. Kinsella and Judy.
Kinsella. "His was so flamboyant, while yours has a certain reserve and distinction." The conversation went gayly on between uncle and nephew while Mrs. Brown hovered over her daughter, tucking in the rug and shifting the pillows for more perfect comfort.
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