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Updated: July 3, 2025
Without a word the bride entered the presence of her groom, and the doctor, bending low to the gambler, said: "Be careful now, Mart. Don't try to rise. Be perfectly still. Bertie has come." Haney turned with a smile a tender, humorous smile and whispered: "Bertie, acushla mavourneen, come to me!" Then the watchers withdrew, leaving them alone, and the girl, bending above him, kissed him.
"Yes," she choked. "You must go to Brian. Any foolish notion of sacrifice now will only tangle the lives of all of us." "But I cannot forget! Kenny, if only you would hate me!" "I didn't mean to love you, mavourneen. It was like the tale of Killarney. I left a cover off in my heart and a spring gushed out and flooded my life." "I am blaming myself!" "You must not do that.
Rising, I found I was painfully stiff as muscle-bound as though I had actually trudged many miles. Larry, imitating me, gave an involuntary groan. "Faith, mavourneen," he said to Lakla, relapsing unconsciously into English, "your roads would never wear out shoe-leather, but they've got their kick, just the same!"
What do you suppose Macaulay has been doing? He has written a letter to his old chief, Lord Mavourneen, who always liked him so much, begging to be sent to Constantinople. The ambassador had a secretary out there of the same standing who wanted to go to Paris, so the matter was arranged at the Foreign Office, and Macaulay is going out at once.
"But you must, mavourneen, you must if you join the Tug-of-war Society. Oh, it's beautiful you'll look! And I tell you what it is, Bessie, I'll lend you the patterns of my new sleeves those that are all crinkled from above the elbow down to the wrist, and puffed ever so much at the top, with little tucks, and little insertions, and little " "Kitty, I won't listen to you for another moment.
'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.
And groping out of the radiance, pausing at the verge of the dais, leaping down from it, came Larry, laughing, filled with life, blinking as one who draws from darkness into sunshine. He saw Lakla, sprang to her, gripped her in his arms. "Lakla!" he cried. "Mavourneen!" She slipped from his embrace, blushing, glancing at the Three shyly, half-fearfully.
Heath-broom, freestone, black turf, gather them up. Oh! gradh machree, Mavourneen, Won't you buy our heath-broom? When the season is over Won't we be in clover, With the gold in our pockets We got from heath-broom. It's home we will toddle, And we'll get a naggin, And we'll drink to the maidens that bought our heath-broom. Heath-broom, freestone, black turf, gather them up.
He looked at her, into the purity of the clear golden eyes, into the purity of the soul that gazed out of them; all his own great love transfiguring his keen face. "An' is that enough for you, mavourneen?" he whispered humbly. "Enough?" The handmaiden's puzzlement was complete, profound. "Enough? Larry darlin', what more could we ask?" He drew a deep breath, clasped her close.
"Trath, I suppose I am now, miss; but you see, my honerable young lady, that's our fwhailin' at home: the counthry's poor, an' we can't help it, whedor or not. We're fwhorced to it, miss, whin we come ower here, by you, an' the likes o' you, mavourneen!"
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