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I have never loved any one in the same way." Lady O'Gara took the bewildered head into her arms and stroked it with tender touches as though it was the head of a frightened bird, one of those birds that sometimes came in at her windows, and nearly killed themselves trying to escape before she could give them their liberty.

"Ah, you are looking at that old book," Mrs. Wade said, setting down her little tray, while she spread a tea-cloth on the table. "They are very dull stories. Even a convent-school girl could not extract much from them. I'm sorry it's so plain a tea. If I'd known your Ladyship was coming I'd have had some cakes made." "This home-made bread is delicious," Lady O'Gara said.

She was glad she had not heard the noise of his arrival and mistaken it for Shawn's. Sir Felix was an old soldier who had held an important command in India. He was a rather fussy but very kind-hearted person whom Mary O'Gara liked better than his handsome cold wife with her organized system of charities. "This is kind, Sir Felix," she said. "Shawn is not home yet.

The door opened. In came Mrs. Comerford, tall, in her trailing blacks, magnificent, the long veil of her bonnet floating about her. She looked from one to the other of the group with amazement. "I am surprised to find you here, Mary O'Gara," she said. "But perhaps you come to see my child. Where is Stella? I have brought the carriage to take her back to Inch."

That poor old fly-away Miss Brennan came to the door this mornin' with a bunch of leaves and berries. I asked her into my kitchen, and gave her a cup o' cocoa. There, she were grateful, poor soul!" "You must have the four-leaved shamrock, Susan," Lady O'Gara said. "Lizzie is so very stand-off with most people." "So Mr. Kenny was tellin' me. He used your Ladyship's words.

Lady O'Gara spoke almost sharply. She had a foreboding that Stella's will would be too strong for her. "She will come back. She has left everything behind; even her purse with money in it. She must find me here when she comes home. We can go away together." Lady O'Gara looked at the little face in despair.

While she put the second one in its envelope Patsy tapped at the door and came in, closing it carefully behind him. "No wan 'ud be expectin' the master home from the Wood o' the Hare yet," he said. "'Tis a good step an' Sir John Fitzgerald would be very sorry to part with him after he'd carried him in for his lunch. Maybe 'tis staying to dinner he'd be." Lady O'Gara looked at her watch.

For a moment the quietness seemed to possess the little house. In the silence you might have heard a pin drop. Shot sighed windily under the table and Keep laid his nose along his paws and turned eyes of worship on his mistress. Long afterwards Mary O'Gara remembered these things and how the wind sprang up and drove a few dead leaves against the window with a faint tinkling sound.

O'Gara, struck with this proposal, freely supplied the means, and O'Clery and his coadjutors set to work in the Franciscan Convent of Donegal, which still stood, not more than half in ruins. On the 22nd of January, 1632, they commenced this digest, and on the 10th of August, 1636, it was finished having occupied them four years, seven months and nineteen days.

Do you think, Mary, that if we Westerners get to Heaven we will want a wet day now and again?" So the old resentment had gone. How strange it was after all the grief and estrangement to have Aunt Grace talking like this. It encouraged Lady O'Gara, sitting on the floor at Mrs. Comerford's feet, to pat the foot from which she had drawn off the shoe, with a tender furtive caress.

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