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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Not my way, but myself, woman," said Pete. "Lost yourself! Have the lad's wits gone moon-raking, I wonder? Are you witched then, Pete?" she inquired, with vast solemnity. "Aw, witched enough. Kate " "Poor fellow!" sighed Kate. "Did she strike you unknown and sudden?" "Unknown it was, Kirry, and sudden, too. Listen, though " "Aw dear, aw dear! Was it old Mrs. Cowley of the Curragh?
"Did it come by the post, though, Pete?" "Look at the stamp, woman, and see for yourself," said Pete. "My goodness me! From Kirry, you say?" "Let me in, then, and I'll be reading you bits." Nancy went back to her kneading with looks of bewilderment, and Pete followed her, opening the letter. "She's well enough, Nancy no need to read that part at all.
Good-night, ould fellow, and God bless you!" The gate opened and closed, Philip went stumbling up the road. He was hating Pete. To hate this open-hearted man who had dragged him into an entanglement of lies was the only resource of his stifled conscience. Pete went back to the house, muttering, "Kirry is dead! Kirry is dead!"
If the door had been wide enough for a Bishop, not a soul would have stirred. For the first time within anyone's recollection, Nancy Joe was on her knees. "O Lord," she prayed, "Thou knowest well I don't often bother Thee. But save Kate, Lord; oh, save and prasarve my little Kirry!
"Bless me, the stupid a man is now I took it for a pipe-light." Kate's smile vanished, and she fled out to hide her face. Then Pete whispered to Philip, "Let's take a slieu round to the 'Plough." They were leaving the house on that errand when Kate came back to the hall. "Just taking a lil walk, Kirry," said Pete.
The Dempster is putting a sight on us regular trusts you are the better for leaving home. It was awful awful! Dearest Kirry, I'm missing you mortal worse than Kimberley. So come home soon, my true lil wife, to your foolish ould husband, for his heart is losing him." He leapt up, and began to tramp the floor. "But why do I tell you this? I should bear my own burdens."
There was the click of a key in the lock, and he crept back to the stool. Nancy came in, panting and perspiring. "Dear heart alive! what a race I've had to get home," she said, puffing the air of the night. She was throwing off her bonnet and shawl, and talking before looking round. "Such pushing and scrooging, you never seen the like, Kirry.
"And then me, woman, d'ye mind me? me, with the pig-stye gate atop of my head for a fish-board, yelling, 'Mackerel! Fine ladies, fresh ladies, and bellies as big as bishops Mack-er-el! Aw, Kirry, Kirry! Aw, the dear ould times gone by! Aw, the changes, the changes!... Did I know you then? Are you asking me did I know you when I found you in the glen? Did I know I was alive, Kitty?
Grannie was at the door, struggling to hold it against the wind, while she looked out into the gathering darkness. "'Deed, but I'm getting afraid of it myself," she said, "and dear heart knows where Kirry can be at this time of night." "I'm off to find her," said Pete, and, catching up his hat and whistling to the dog, in a moment he was gone.
"darlin Kirry how is the mackral this saison and is the millin doing middling and I wonder is the hens all layin and is the grace gone out of the mares leg yet and how is the owl man and is he still playin hang with the texes. When she had finished the letter, she turned it over in her fingers, and gave another patient little sigh. "You didn't read it as it was spelled, Philip," she said.
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