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Updated: July 3, 2025
One morning at breakfast, Terrence O'Connor was observed to be unusually busy with a large hook. "Are you goin' to fish for sharks to-day?" asked Slag. "Faix, no; it's to the woods I'll go fishin' to-day, Joe. Now, Nell, gi' me the stoutest line ye've got on hand, mavourneen." "Will that do?
"Beauty, zeal, love, devotion and to-morrow the smoke will roll, the cannon thunder, and the brute emerge all the same just as he always does just as he always does stamping the flower into the mire, wringing the bird's neck, crushing the shell! Well, well, let's stop moralizing. What's she singing now? Hm! 'Kathleen Mavourneen. Ha, Benjamin! What's the news with you?"
He took her hands and looked long into the golden eyes; glancing up I saw the Trinity were watching them intently imperturbably. "What do you say, mavourneen?" asked Larry gently. The handmaiden hung her head; trembled. "Your words shall be mine, O one I love," she whispered. "So going or staying, I am beside you." "And you, Goodwin?" he turned to me.
"How can I listen," Isabel answered, "when I can hear his voice in my heart calling, calling, calling! Oh, let me go, Biddy! You don't understand, or you couldn't seek to hold me back from him." "Mavourneen!" Biddy's eyes were full of tears; the hand she had laid upon Isabel's arm trembled. "It isn't meself that's holding ye back. It's God.
"Kathleen Mavourneen" is one of his favourites, and she can make him cry over it. 'I'm not very soft-hearted, muttered Gorman, 'but she gave me a sense of fulness in the throat, like choking, the other day, that I vowed to myself I'd never listen to that song again. 'It is not her voice it is not the music there is some witchery in the woman herself that does it, cried Dick, almost fiercely.
'I would give my best horse to know what the Highland bard could find to say of such an unworthy Southron as myself. 'It shall not even cost you a lock of his mane. Una, mavourneen! Una returned in a few minutes, and repeated to her mistress a few lines in Gaelic.
One morning after breakfast he addressed his wife as follows: "Kathleen, mavourneen, I want to consult wid you about what we ought to do; things are low wid us, asthore; and except our heavenly Father puts it into the heart of them I'm goin' to mention, I don't know what well do, nor what'll become of these poor crathurs that's naked and hungry about us.
But look here, mavourneen, you're not going to break your precious little heart over him; you know quite well it's no use, don't you? You know well, anyhow to a certain extent you know what he is, don't you?" He paused for an answer, but Toby quivered in his arms and was silent. He put up a hand and pressed her head closer to his breast. "He'll never marry," he said. "He doesn't mean to.
'I would give my best horse to know what the Highland bard could find to say of such an unworthy Southron as myself. 'It shall not even cost you a lock of his mane. Una, mavourneen! Una returned in a few minutes, and repeated to her mistress a few lines in Gaelic.
"Oh, Eily, jewil, don't say that! don't!" he pleaded, his blue eyes looking earnestly into hers. "Whin ye go, you will take all the sunshine out of me poor heart; it's to Ameriky I will go, for nothin' will be the same to me without you, mavourneen! Eily, Eily, will ye stay?" But Eily was firm. "Faith, thin, I will not, Dermot! I'm weary of my life here; I want to see London and the world.
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