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"Otherwise called Peggy, lady of Major Michael O'Dowd, of our regiment, and daughter of Fitzjurld Ber'sford de Burgo Malony of Glenmalony, County Kildare." "And Muryan Squeer, Doblin," said the lady with calm superiority. "And Muryan Square, sure enough," the Major whispered.
"You can't sell Killantry, for Basset has above six thousand pounds on it already. To be sure, there's the Priest's Meadows, fine land and in good heart; but Malony was an old tenant of the family, and I cannot recommend your turning him over to a stranger.
The veteran colonel, Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., with his lady and sister, landed here yesterday, with Captains Posky, Stubble, Macraw, Malony; Lieutenants Smith, Jones, Thompson, F. Thomson; Ensigns Hicks and Grady; the band on the pier playing the national anthem, and the crowd loudly cheering the gallant veterans as they went into Wayte's hotel, where a sumptuous banquet was provided for the defenders of Old England.
But Holcroft had little else to deter him from employing her services beyond an unfavorable impression. She could not be so bad as Bridget Malony, and he was almost willing to employ her again for the privilege of remaining on his paternal acres. As to marrying the widow a slight shudder passed through his frame at the thought.
"If only I could do something for him!" she murmured. "He's in some kind of trouble, I think," Mrs. Malony observed. "He is not what you might call a communicative person, but it's easy to see that he is far from being happy in himself. You'll ring when you're ready, Miss Mary?" The door was suddenly opened, and Craig entered. He was very pale and a little out of breath.
The door was opened. The man in the blue serge suit entered, followed by the protesting landlady. "There's no sense in coming here to worry the young lady," Mrs. Malony declared irritably. "As for Mr. Craig, I told you that he'd gone out." "Gone out, eh?" the man repeated, speaking in a thick, disagreeable tone. "Why, I watched him in here not ten minutes ago.
"Is it where you are, that you'd want for to know: an't ye on board of the Lively cutter, sure? and an't you between decks in her, and I looking a'ter ye, honey?" "And who are you?" "And who am I! Then, if I'm not somebody else, I'm Judy Malony, the wife of the boatswain's mate, and a lawful married woman." "How did I come here?" continued Newton, raising himself on his elbow.
I thought she was a certain Helen Malony, alias Bridget O'Shaughnessy, alias many other names, who was nothing more nor less than the agent of a clever band of thieves who had lifted thousands of dollars of swag in the line of household silver, valuable books, diamonds, and other things from private houses, where she had been employed in various capacities.
"Why, he's off again!" muttered Judy Malony; "he's no countryman of mine, that's clear as the mud in the Shannon, or he'd never fuss about a rap with a shillelah;" and Judy, lifting up her petticoats first, gained her feet, and walked away forward. Newton remained in a state of uneasy slumber until daylight, when he was awakened by the noise of boats coming alongside, and loud talking on deck.
"Tell me if there is a man in a blue serge suit and a bowler hat, smoking a cigar, looking across here." Mrs. Malony and the girl both obeyed. The girl was the first to speak. "Yes!" she announced. "He is looking straight at these windows." Craig groaned and sank down upon a chair. "Leave us, if you please, Mrs. Malony," he ordered. "I'll ring when I'm ready." Mrs.
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