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Updated: May 19, 2025
"'Come tell me, dearest mother, what makes me father shtay Or what can be th' reason that he's so long away? 'Oh, howld yer tongue, me darlin' son, yer tears do grieve me sore, I fear he has been murdhered in the fair av Turloughmore! "Sure, I haven't got the heart to dhrive the head av this monkey wrench into that bald shpot. If he'd hair there I wouldn't mind." Mr. Reardon sighed dismally.
"But, Pat," said Thady, when he had made up his mind to the line of conduct he meant to pursue, "what shall we do with the man's body? We can't let it lie here. As I trust in God, I had no thoughts to kill him! and I would not run away, and lave the body here, as though I'd murdhered him." "Jist lay him asy among the trees, Mr.
"Now that you know what you do know," said Dalton, "we'll thank you to drop the subject." "Well, I will," said he; "but first, for Heaven's sake, answer me a question or two. What's your name, avick?" "Condy Dalton." "Ay, Condy Dalton! the Lord be about us! An' Sullivan Sullivan was the name of the man that was murdhered, you say?" "Yes, Bartley Sullivan God rest him!"
"Ay!" replied Kate, "I know you did that was the fire of hell you seen, ready to resave you; an' the noise you hard was the voices of the devils that wor comin' for your sowl ay, an' the voices of the two wives you murdhered take care then, or I'll send you sooner to hell than you dhrame of." The scowl which she had in return for this threat was beyond all description.
"They say she's kind hearted, then," replied Mave. "They do," said Con, "an' I don't know how it comes; but somehow every one loves her, and every one fears her at the same time. She asked me yestherday if I thought my father murdhered Sullivan." "Oh! for God's sake, don't talk about it," said Mave, again getting pale; "I can't bear to hear it spoken of."
Father, I'll believe that Condy Dalton murdhered him, when I hear it from his own lips, but not till then. Now, Good-bye. You won't find me at home when you come back, I think." "Why, where are you goin'?"
My life my life docthor! Oh, that would be but little but it, too, would go I'd give it all we have, my sister and I, to our blanket to the shoes on our feet, and the coat and gown on our backs all all you'll get if you can save our brother, that I struck down and murdhered!"
Blessed mother of heaven! down on your knees, you miserable crature, down on your knees for her pardon! You've murdhered your unfortunate mother!" The man gave one loud and fearful yell, and dashed himself on the floor at his mother's feet, an appalling picture of remorse. The scene, indeed, was a terrible one.
"To Barny Gorrnly's wake; there 'ill be lots of fun there, too," she replied. "But come you can come wid me as far as the turn-up to the house; for I won't go in, nor go home neither, till afther the berril, tomorrow." "Do you know," said he, rather gravely, "the Grey Stone that's at the mouth of the Black Glen?" "I ought," said she; "sure that's where the carman was found murdhered."
"Faith, an' it's no wondher I would, sir, when it's to tell you that you'll find your father a murdhered corpse at home before you." "Great God! what do you mean, sir? asked John. "Why, gintlemen, it seems that himself an' Parson Turbot wor both shot in the parsonage garden to-day. The parson's takin' his rest in his own house, but your father's body was brought home upon the car.
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