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I knew you would want to persuade me against what I'm doin' an' that was why I bound myself this mornin' by an oath." The mother, who had been detained a few minutes behind them, now entered, and on hearing that he had refused to decline the battle, exclaimed "Who says that Lamh Laudher Oge won't obey his mother? Who dare say it? Wasn't he ever and always an obedient son to me an' his father?
Why she's a good girl! true enough that: but how long she may be so's another affair. Afeard! Be the ground we stand on, man dear, if you an' all belongin' to you, had eyes in your heads for every day in the year, you couldn't keep her from young Lamh Laudher. Did you hear anything?" "I'd not believe a word of it," said Meehaul calmly, and he turned to depart.
"Lamh Laudher Oge, listen ax the father of you, when you see him, what has become of his own child of the first that ever God sent him; an' listen again when he tells me what has become of mine, I'll tell him what has become of his, Now go to Ellen but before you go, let me cuggher in your ear that I'll blast you both. I'll make the Lamh Laudhers, Lamh Lhugs.
Heavy, hard, and energetic was the blow which the Dead Boxer received upon the temple, as the reply of Lamh Laudher, and dead was the crash of his tremendous body on the earth. Ellen looked around her with amazement. "Come," said she, seizing her lover's arm, and dragging him onward: "gracious heavens! I hope you haven't killed him. Come, John, the time is short, and we must make the most of it.
I know you are innocent, John; I can swear that you didn't leave this house from nine o'clock last night up to the present minute." "Father," said Lamh Laudher, "don't swear that, for it would not be true, although you think it would. I was out the greater part of last night."
The spectators saw, however, that the dimensions of Lamh Laudher gained considerably by his approximation to the black. The dusky color of the Boxer added apparently to his size, whilst the healthful light which lay upon the figure of his opponent took away, as did his elegance, grace, and symmetry, from the uncommon breadth and fulness of his bust.
One evening in the beginning of the eighteenth century as nearly as we can conjecture, the year might be that of 1720 some time about the end of April, a young man named Lamh Laudher O'Rorke, or Strong-handed O'Eorke, was proceeding from his father's house, with a stout oaken cudgel in his hand, towards an orchard that stood at the skirt of a country town, in a part of the kingdom which, for the present, shall be nameless.
I have murdered you!" "Ellen love, Ellen" "Do you forgive me? do you? Your blood is upon me, Lamh Laudher Oge!" "Heavens above! Aunt, she's turned! Do I forgive you, my heart's own treasure? How did you ever offend me, my darling? You. know you never did. But if you ever did, my own Ellen, I do forgive you."
This was his last exclamation, for he suddenly plunged again, extended his shut fist towards Lamh Laudher, as if he would have crushed him even in death, then becoming suddenly relaxed, his head fell upon his shoulder, and after one groan, he expired on the very spot where he had brought together the apparatus of death for another.
The carman, finding himself freed from his opponent, bounced to his legs, and came to the assistance of his charge, whilst Lamh Laudher, who had just flung Nanse M'Collum into the ditch, returned in time to defend both from a second attack. The contest, however, was a short one.
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