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She made no reply, however, but approached Mave with a slight smile on her face, her lips compressed, and her eyes, which were fixed and brilliant, floating in something that looked like moisture, and which might as well have been occasioned by the glow of anger as the impulse of a softer emotion, or perhaps and this might be nearer the truth as a conflict between the two states of feeling.
"No more about Mave Sullivan," she replied, almost fiercely; "lave her to me.
"You tould the matther to Sarah, an' she, by coorse, tould it to Charley Hanlon, that she tells everything to." "No such thing," replied the other. "Sarah knows nothing about the robbery that's to go on to-night at the Grange, but she did about the plan upon Mave Sullivan, and promised to help us in it, as I tould you before."
When he reached the banks of the glancing river a little woman, dressed in red, was standing there before him. "You are welcome, Enda," said she. "And glad am I to see the day that brings you here to help the winsome Princess Mave. And now wait a second, and the water-dress and crystal helmet will be ready for you."
In a shed that simply consisted of a few sticks laid up against the side of a ditch, with the remnant of some loose straw for bedding, Mave Sullivan found the suffering girl, with no other pillow than a sod of earth. "Father of mercy!" thought Mave, "how will she live how can she live here? An' is she to die in this miserable way in a Christian land?"
This he did, however, in such a way as to render the absence of it as little perceptible as might be; the side locks he did not disturb, and Mave, when she put on a clean night cap, looked as if she had not undergone any such operation. As the pedlar was going away, he called her aside, so as that her brother might not hear. "Did you ever see me afore?" he asked. "I did," she replied, blushing.
"I'll engage, Mave, on that point you'll find him spirited enough; for my part, I don't begrudge him what he wants; but I heard the people say, that no man's a gintleman who's not College-bred; and you know he's not that yet." "You forget that he has gentle blood in his veins, Denis.
"It wasn't Mave Sullivan, but the Prophet's own daughter, you took away. Blessed be God, I've saved her that disgrace. Father, help me home. I won't be long a throuble to you now." "What's this!" exclaimed Henderson. "Are you not Miss Sullivan?" "Am I in a dhrame?" said the Prophet, approaching the door of the chaise. "Surely now what is it? It's my daughter's voice!
Mave Sullivan, who, in volunteering to attend at the contagious beds of the unfortunate Daltons, gave singular and noble proof of the most heroic devotedness, absolutely turned from the common road, on her way to their cabin, rather than meet the funeral of a person who had died of fever, and on one or two occasions kept aloof from men who she knew to be invalids by the fact of their having handkerchiefs about their heads a proof, in general, that they had been shaved or blistered, while laboring under its severest form.
We trust that our readers know enough of human nature, to understand that this examination of Sarah, upon the part of Mave Sullivan, was altogether an involuntary act, and one which occurred in less time than we have taken to write any one of the lines in which it is described.
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