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I pulled back with a jerk, but my sudden movement startled the others, and in the flurry of the moment they did the very thing I had been trying to avoid. They slipped and I went with them. I had sense enough to release Moira's hand the moment I felt the drag of her body, and then, before I quite knew what had happened.
So it might be that a little bit of blarneyin' with him desperate to find reason to stay friends, black creature or no black creatures " The president took Moira's hand. "Come, my darlin'," he said sadly. "We'll reason with him." Long, long minutes later he shook his head as Sean O'Donohue stormed at him. "The back o' my hand to you!" said Sean O'Donohue in the very quintessence of bitterness.
Big Dan Lynch, he who had been the fairest and sturdiest of the county of Moira's girlhood, would never work again as superintendent or even foreman; the rest of his days must be spent in the wheeled chair sent up by the sympathetic Miss Lewis of the Neighborhood Settlement House. It was fixed with a contrivance so that he could move it about the small room.
Therefore I'd hide it somewhere about the table, not in or on it, but just about it." Moira's eyes glowed I remember that particularly and we both must have seized on the idea at one and the same instant. "Oh, why didn't we think of it before?" she cried, and then the two of us were on our knees and groping under the table.
"What sort of beasts have you got out there anyway?" said the doctor, facing the Chief abruptly. "Him drink bad whisky," answered the Chief, tipping up his hand. "Him crazee," touching his head with his forefinger. "Crazy! Well, I should say. What they want is a few ounces of lead." The Chief made no reply, but stood with his eyes turned admiringly upon Moira's face.
Poor Robin was always wondering the why of everything. Her mother suddenly exclaimed: "It's Father Murphy's beads you shall wear this night, my girl. Didn't the good soul, God rest him, give them with his blessing? Watch the potatoes while I get them." Moira's beads had always played a significant part in her life. They marked what she called her "blessings."
The beauty around her the promise of spring, the green of orchard and meadow and distant hill, the rest, the contentment the happiness, and oh, most precious, the fulfilment. There was never a day now, in Mother Moira's life, so busy that she could not snatch a moment to go over, in reverent appreciation, the blessings that were hers.
"I can get a habit," said the doctor, "and two of them." "That's settled, then," cried Mandy. "I am not very keen. We shall do some shopping, Allan, you and I this afternoon and you two can go off to the hills. The hills! th ink of that, Moira, for a highlander!" She glanced at Moira's face and read refusal there. "But I insist you must go. A whole week in an awful stuffy train.
The cordiality of Moira's husband, the shy, curious looks of the children at his pipes, even Moira's face rosy from brow to rounded chin, and beaming with indulgent, affectionate interest all melted together into a sort of indistinguishable confusion. This dull distress was rendered acute anguish by Moira's talk.
It is, nevertheless, a fact that the total absence of conversation does not preclude the possibility of pleasant chat in England. I know a number of English who are extremely bright; I may even add that I never encountered one who was stupid. The season was too far advanced when I was at Lord Moira's to allow of my taking long walks.
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