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An' the polis say I'm dhrunk!" He gesticulated wildly, and to me it seemed just possible that the police might be right. "They say I'm drunk, sor," he continued, "but, begob, I b'lieve they think I'm mad. An' me being thracked an' folleyed an' dogged an' waylaid an' poisoned an' blandandhered an' kidnapped an' murdhered, an' for why I do not know!" "And who's doing all this?
Oh, Honor, Honor, don't you pity me? don't you pity me? Mother of Heaven, this night? That barradh dim, that barradh dim, put on for our boy, our innocent boy; who can undherstand it, Honor? It's not justice; there's no justice in Heaven, or my son wouldn't be murdhered, slaughtered down in the prime of his life, for no rason!
"Very likely," he replied, in a dry but dissatisfied voice; "maybe, sure enough, that the more I'd know of it, the less I'd like of it here now is a man named Sullivan Barney, Bill, or Bartley, or some sich name, that has been murdhered, an' it seems the murdherer was sent to gaol yestherday evenin' the villain!
"I'm not ashamed," said Peggy: "why should I be ashamed of bein' sarry for the likes of Mike Reillaghan? Where was his aquil? Wasn't all hearts upon him? Didn't the very poor on the road bless him whin he passed? Who ever had a bad word agin him, but the villain that murdhered him? Murdhered him! Heaven above! an' why? For my sake! For my sake the pride of the parish is laid low! Ashamed!
Well, but oh, I'll soon get better well, but listen, what became of the murdhered man? was the body ever got?" "Nobody knows that the body was never got that is to say nobody knows where it's now lyin', snug enough too." "Ha!" thought the stranger, eying her furtively "snug enough! there's more knowledge where that came from. What do you mane by snug enough?" she asked abruptly.
"Jerry Sullivan," said he, in an altered voice, "I ax your pardon for the words -it's but natural you should feel as you do; but if it was any other man than yourself that brought the charge of blood against my father, I would thramp upon him where he stands." "An' maybe murdher him, as my poor brother was murdhered. Dalton, I see the love of blood in your eye," replied Sullivan, bitterly.
He wished both parties well, and he hoped no one would blame him for what he was doing, for, indeed, of late, he could not rest in his bed at night. Many a time the murdhered man appeared to him, and threatened him, he thought for not disclosing what he knew.
"You may well say so, Bridget," he replied; "but when I tell you that I came upon that undutiful daughter of ours coortin' wid the son of the man that murdhered her uncle my only brother you won't be surprised at the state you see me in coortin' wid a fellow that Dan M'Gowan here knows will be hanged yet, for he's jist afther tellin' him so."
"I did not," replied M'Kenna; "I could clear myself on all the books in Europe, that he met his death as I tould you; an' more nor that," he added, dropping upon his knees, and uncovering his head, "may I die widout priest or prayer widout help, hope, or happiness, upon the spot where he's now stretched, if I murdhered or shot him." "I say amin to that," replied Darby; "Oxis Doxis Glorioxis!
"If you will allow me to offer you my advice, Miss Lynch," said Daly, "you will put yourself, at any rate for a time, under your brother's protection." "She won't do no sich thing," said the widow. "What! to be locked into the parlour agin and be nigh murdhered? holy father!"
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