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"No, Murty, I believe not." "No," said Murty, doubtingly. "You don't tell me so, your reverence?" "I tell you that there are no game laws, or only very nominal ones; so that, when you come back, if you and your dog traverse yonder mountain from top to bottom, you need not be afraid of the rifle of the gamekeeper, or of a sentence to a free passage to Van Diemen's Land." "Murther!
"It's one of thim unchancy days that might be annything. Have ye looked at the glass?" "It's mejum," replied the first speaker. She was a vast woman, with a broad, kindly face, lit by shrewd and twinkling blue eyes, dressed, as was her custom, in a starched blue print, with a snowy apron. "Mejum only. But I don't feel comferable at that there bank of clouds, Murty."
The tall fellow's voice broke as he looked at the white, childish face. "Thanks, Murty," Norah said steadily. "And all of you." She turned from the pitying faces, and ran indoors. "Oh, Brownie, don't let any one see me!" Then came a dazed time, when she did not know anything clearly.
Still I suppose I must bring her to town, and let her make her curtsy at Government House, and do all the correct things " Some one slipped a hand through his arm. "But when we've done them, daddy," said Norah cheerfully, "there will always be Billabong to go home to!" "Will it be fine, Murty?"
But he's elsewhere yit, so I kem in f'r Masther Jim." "Well, I'm blessed!" said Norah, weakly. "The mean little toad!" Wally's voice was full of scorn. "I'd like five quiet minutes with him with coats off when he comes back!" "I guess he'll get that or its equivalent," said Jim, grimly. "Which way did he go, Murty?" "To the bush paddock, Masther Jim.
"My boy, you know, Patrick, a very strict Catholic, every month at confession with the priest, has a Bible with him in my house, which Bible the priest gave him. I have read the book time and again. Nay, I heard the priest preach out of our Bible last summer." "Is it not astonishing," began Murty again, "that, though ye all differ in opinion, ye agree in hating and maligning the church of Christ?
"Now," said Murty O'Dwyer, one Sunday evening, as all the members of the Prying family were seated around the tea table, "will any body doubt the usefulness of confession?
Where I have lived for the last three years, several families, together with my friend and former employer, Mr. Clarke, have been converted. The very minister, Mr. Strongly, has embraced the true faith; and another parson, Rev. Mr. H , I am sure, only waits instruction to enter the gate of life within the true church." "Thank God!" said Murty O'Dwyer.
"One day," said Murty, "this Parson Boorman dined where I worked for two years, and, to convert me from the error of my ways for observing abstinence on Friday, commenced saying, 'Don't you see, Murty, how foolish and unreasonable you act? You eat butter and use milk that come from the cow, and you refuse to eat her flesh.
But the latter now, besides having once a month an opportunity of hearing mass, the new priest, Father Ugo, having made it a rule to visit the railroad laborers as often as he could, and being pretty well grounded in the catechism, in addition to these very important aids to combat temptation, Bridget had also Murty O'Dwyer, who was hired in the house, to take up the cudgels for her against Amanda and Parson Gulmore.
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