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When her brother had shown the official communication from the Castle, in which government expressed its intention of bringing Connor and his parent's home at its own expense, the Bodagh and his wife, knowing that the intended husband of their daughter possessed no means of supporting her, declared, in order to remove any shadow of anxiety from her mind, that O'Donovan, after their marriage, should live with themselves, for they did not wish, they said, that Una should be separated from them.
We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken men and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you about O'Donovan Rossa, or a ballad about the troubles in our native land.
"Ah, well, if he has n't, it's merely a question of time when he will," said Mrs. O'Donovan Florence. "You've only to notice the famished gaze with which he devours you, to see his condition. But don't try to hoodwink me. Don't pretend that this is news to you." "News!" scoffed Beatrice. "It's news and nonsense the product of your irrepressible imagination. Mr.
"What Ireland wants," said Malcolmson dramatically, "is another Oliver Cromwell." He drew himself up and puffed out his chest as he spoke. He must, I think, have rather fancied himself in the part of a twentieth century Puritan horse soldier. I looked round at O'Donovan to see how he was taking the suggestion. Oliver Cromwell I supposed, could not possibly be one of his favourite heroes.
The O'Donovans were an accomplished family, the one I knew best, besides Edmond, being Richard, who has held a responsible mercantile position for some years, and who furnished me with much valuable information about his father, when Thomas Flannery one of our best Gaelic scholars was writing a life of Dr. John O'Donovan for my "Irish Library" series.
"Idealism in politics," I said, "is one of the most futile things there is. What the Nationalist Party " "Don't call them that," said O'Donovan. "I tell you they're not Nationalists." "I'll call them anything you like," I said, "but until you invent some other name for them I can't well talk about them without calling them Nationalists." "They " said O'Donovan. "Very well," I said. "They.
Flanagan bolted across the ditch, along which they had been going, and disappeared. "A friend," returned Connor, in reply to the question. The other man advanced, and, with a look of deep scrutiny, peered into his face. "A friend," he exclaimed; "faith, it's, a quare hour for a friend to be out. Who are you, eh? Is this Connor O'Donovan?" "It is; but you have the advantage of me."
The other boys now call us the Stags of Lisdhu, that bein' the place where his father lived, an' the nickname you see rises out of his thrachery to poor Connor O'Donovan." "Did he ever give any hint himself about carryin' away the Bodagh's pretty daughter?" "Is it him'? Oh, oh! catch him at it; he's a damn sight too close to do any sich thing."
Are you out of your senses?" she enquired, in accents of concern, nodding her head, with a feint of pensive pity. "Not I," returned Mrs. O'Donovan Florence, cheerfully confident. "But I 'm thinking I could lay my finger on a long-limbed young Englishman less than a mile from here, who very nearly is. Hasn't he asked you yet?" "Es-to bete?" Beatrice murmured, pitifully nodding again.
The adventurous O'Donovan thus describes an Afghan cavalryman whom he met unexpectedly, near Herat, in 1880: "He wore a dark-colored turban, one end of the cloth pulled up in front so as to resemble a small cockade. His uniform was blue-black, and he wore long boots. A broad black leather cross-belt, with two very large brass buckles, crossed his breast. He had sabre, pistols, and carbine."
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