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On this occasion, however, she made no observation whatever, but, much to their satisfaction, mechanically proceeded towards Springvale House, which she reached without uttering another word. Until a short time before the arrival of Dr. M'Cormick, this silence remained unbroken.
In the course of the following day Nogher M'Cormick presented himself to the Bodagh and his son, neither of whom felt much difficulty in divining the cause of his visit. "Well," said Nogher, after the first usual civilities had passed, "glory be to God, gintlemen, this is desperate fine weather for the season barrin' the wet" John smiled, but the plain matter-of-fact Bodagh replied,
M'Cormick, however, begged of John O'Brien not to mention their names until the day after the next, and told him if he could understand their reason for this request, he would not hesitate to comply with it.
It was at least fifteen minutes before they reached the little avenue that led up to the Bodagh's residence; for we ought to have told our readers, that M'Cormick and Duffy, having taken a short path, left the others who, being ignorant of it, were forced to keep to the road considerable behind them. Ned was consequently from ten to fifteen minutes in the house previous to their arrival.
M'Cormick, carried him to the nursery, got him on her knee in a speechful condition, and was tenderly sopping the blue lump on his forehead with arnica water. "I dicher tumber," said the little Saxon, stoutly, replacing all the consonant combinations that he couldn't skip, with the aspirated 'ch; "I dicher tumber. I f'ied." "You what?" "F'ied. I icher pa'yow. On'y die tare too big!"
"Faix, it is; I forgot my spectacles tonight. Who the dickins are you at all?" "I suppose you purtind to forget Ned M'Cormick?" "Is it Nogher's son?" "The divil a other; an', Dandy Duffy, how are you, man alive?"
About the time, therefore, when the vessel in which they were to arrive was expected, a snug, well furnished house, convenient to the Bodagh's, amply stored with provisions, and kept by a daughter of Nogher M'Cormick, awaited them. Nothing that could render them easy was omitted, and many things also were procured, in the shape of additional comforts, to which they had not been accustomed before.
"I know that," said M'Cormick; "but how an ever, if you come down wid me that far, I'll conthrive to get in somehow, widout wakenin' them." "The dickens you will! How, the sarra, man?" "No matther, I will; an' you see," he added, pulling out a flask of spirits, "I'm not goin' impty-handed." "Phew!" exclaimed Duffy, "is it there you are? oh, that indeed!
Sinclair, "she is upon the point of being restored to her senses." "Alas, my dear," he replied, "who can tell? It may happen as you say. Oh how I shall bless God if it does! but still, what, what will it be but, as Dr. M'Cormick said, the light before death? The child is dying, and she will be taken from us for ever, for ever!"
When Biddy returned, he emptied the jug of water with the same trembling eagerness as before; then clasped his hands again, and commenced pacing the room, evidently in a mood of mind about to darken into all the wildness of his former grief. "Fardorougha," said Nogher M'Cormick; "I was undher this roof the night your manly son was born.
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