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When he knew anything more, a voice at his elbow was saying out of a palpitating gloom, "The gentleman can't come, seemingly; he has sent a telegram." It was Jem-y-Lord holding a telegram in his hand. Philip tore open the envelope and read "Coming home by Ramsey boat to-morrow well and hearty tell Kirry Peat."
"I was a child, Philip didn't know what love was then coming home by Ramsey steamer tell the simple truth, Philip say we tried to be faithful and loyal and could not, because we loved each other, and there was no help for tell Kirry yes, Auntie, I have read father's letters that picture is cracked "
'Kirry will be sending something for the lil one the next time she writes, I was thinking, and behould ye here it is." "Something spakes to us, Nancy," said Pete. "'Deed it does, though." The child gurgled and purred, and for all her fine headgear she was absorbed in her bare toes.
Twisting and turning all day yesterday on the bottom step yonder same as a live conger on the quay, but looking as soft about the eyes as if he'd been a week out of the water. And now! my sakes, now! D'ye hear him, Kirry? He's fit to burst the bellows. No use, though he's a shocking fine young fellow he's all that.... But just listen!" There was a fissing sound from below, and a sense of burning.
"Never mind, darling," he coaxed, as the colour leapt to Kate's face. "Philip must be a sort of a father to the boy some day a godfather, anyway so he won't mind seeing his lil shiff. We must be calling him Philip, too. What do you say, Kirry Philip, is it agreed?" As her time drew near, the conviction deepened upon her that she could not be confined in her husband's house.
Pete returned home with the stamped and addressed envelope open in his hands, "Clane the table quick," he shouted; "I must be writing to Kirry. Will I give her your love, Nancy?" With much hem-ing and ha-ing and clearing of his throat, Pete was settling himself before a sheet of note-paper, when the door opened, and Philip stepped into the house.
Then Pete said in a thick croak, "Hould your bull of a tongue, Nancy, and take the child out of my arms." She took the baby from him, and he rose to his feet as feeble as an old man. "Lord save us!" she cried. "The window broke, too. What's happened?" "Nothing," growled Pete. "Then what's coming of Kirry? I left her at home when I went out at seven.". "I'm choking with thirst, woman.
Her eyes are bubbling like the laver." Then aloud, with a laugh, "Never see me again, eh? I'm not willing to share you with heaven yet, though. But I'll have to be doing as the doctor was saying sending you to England aver. I will now, I will," he said, lifting his big finger threateningly. She slid backwards to the ground, but at the next moment was landed on Pete's breast. "My poor lil Kirry!
The knock came again. It went shrieking through and through her. "Kirry," whispered a voice from without. She did not stir. "It's only Pete." She neither spoke nor moved. There was silence for a moment, and then, half nervously, half jovially, half in laughter, half with emotion as if the heart outside was palpitating, the voice came again, "I'm coming in, darling!"
"No fear of me, sir," said Pete. "I'm an ould hulk that's seen weather. I'll not go to pieces from inside at all. Give me time, mate, give me time." And then he went on muttering as before, "Dead! Kirry dead! Hush-a-bye! My Kirry dead!" The little one slept, and Pete drew back in his chair, nodded into the fire, and said in a weak, childish voice, "I've known her all my life, d'ye know?
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