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What's-this-his-name-is, as you call him, and I are the barest acquaintances. He's our temporary neighbour the tenant for the season of Villa Floriano the house you can catch a glimpse of, below there, through the trees, on the other side of the river." "Is he, now, really? And that's very interesting too. But I wasn't denying it." Mrs. O'Donovan Florence smiled, with derisive sweetness.
The manner in which Honor O'Donovan spent that day was marked by an earnest and simple piety that would have excited high praise and admiration if witnessed in a person of rank or consideration in society.
He's what's called a colporteur. That," he turned to O'Donovan with his explanation, "is a kind of Scripture reader, you know." If any one in the world except Malcolmson had suggested the employment of a Scripture reader for the distribution of The Loyalist, I should have applauded a remarkable piece of cynicism. But Malcolmson was in simple earnest. "Will you be able to get him?" I said.
He looked bristlier than ever, and was plainly in a state of joyous excitement. He held a copy of the first number of The Loyalist in his hand. He caught sight of me at once. "I'm damned," he said, "if I expected to see you here, Kilmore. You're the last man in Ireland " "I'm only here by accident," I said, "and I'm going away almost at once. Let me introduce you to Mr. McNeice and Mr. O'Donovan."
Katherine O'Donovan promptly seized the axe, caught its carrying strap lying beside it, thrust the handle through, swung it over her own head, dropped it between her shoulders, and ripping off her dress skirt she started up the cliff after Linda. Linda was climbing so swiftly and so absorbedly that she reached the top before she heard a sound behind her.
"Susie," said Tom O'Donovan, breathlessly, "ran upstairs and put on your best dress and your nicest hat and all the ribbons and beads you have. Make yourself look as pretty as you can, but don't be more than ten minutes over the job, And send your father to me." Tom O'Donovan was a regular and valued customer. Susie had known him as a most agreeable gentleman since she was ten years old.
"McNeice tells me," he said, "that you are writing a history of Irish Rebellions. I suppose you have said that Nationalism ceased to exist about the year 1900?" "I hadn't thought of saying that," I said. "In fact in view of the Home Rule Bill, you know I should have said that Irish Nationalism was just beginning to come to its own." O'Donovan snorted.
Released Fenians, O'Donovan Rossa among them, had been spreading what they called the light, and their own countrymen at all events believed what they said. The American people as a whole were not unfriendly to England. The Alabama Arbitration and the Geneva Award had destroyed the ill feeling that remained after the fall of Richmond.
This agitation was the one known as the work of the Phoenix Society, and the object was the separation of Ireland from England and the confiscation of Irish property. The leaders were James Stephens, who had nearly escaped being shot by a policeman in the Smith O'Brien campaign, and that indomitable scoundrel O'Donovan Rossa. It was at this time we began to hear of mysterious strangers.
"Your mother will be a sufficient witness," said the delicate minded brother; "but I will see you again after they have left you." "You must," replied O'Donovan. "Oh I see me see me again. I have something to say to you of more value even than Una's life."
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