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"Why, then, ma'am, you don't say so," answered Murphy; "it seems hard on the poor things that keep us all going. The potheen and the potatoes what would Ireland be without 'em? Glory be to goodness, it's quite awful to hear you abusing the potato, ma'am." "I am English, you know," said Mrs. O'Shanaghgan. On this scene Nora and Biddy entered. Mr. Murphy glanced with intense relief at his daughter.
O'Shanaghgan's icy manners, and thought them the most perfect in all the world. She was in mortal fear of this good lady, even more terrified of her than her husband was. "Well, Biddy," said Mrs. O'Shanaghgan. "May Nora come and spend tomorrow night here?" "No," was on Mrs. O'Shanaghgan's lips; but just then the Squire came forward. "To be sure she may; it will do her a sight of good.
"It isn't it isn't," sobbed Nora, her head buried on the Squire's shoulder. "My darling, light of my eyes, colleen asthore, acushla machree!" said the Squire. He lavished fond epithets upon the girl, and finally took her into his arms, and clasped her tight to his breast. Mrs. O'Shanaghgan, after staring at the two in speechless indignation for a moment, left the room.
"Do you know what I'd like?" roared the Squire. "A great big mealy potato, with a pinch of salt." Mrs. O'Shanaghgan uttered a sigh, and the color rushed into her pale cheeks. "Upon my word," she said, "you are downright vulgar." The Squire gave a feeble guffaw. Nora's heart beat as she noticed how feeble it was. She left the room, because she could not stay there another moment.
"Oh, Miss Nora!" said Finnigan, "you know very well that you have kissed the Blarney Stone, and that no one can resist you. If you were to say a word to the Squire he would give me my due; and now that so much money has been put into O'Shanaghgan, it would be a very fine thing for me to have the collecting of the rents.
How very neat and ladylike you are becoming, Linda! You are a great comfort to me, dear." "Thank you, mother; I try to please you," said Linda. She seated herself on her mother's bed, suppressed a sigh, then said eagerly: "Nora is awfully put out. Is there bad news from that wild place, Castle O'Shanaghgan?" "Bad news?" cried Mrs. Hartrick. "Has the child had letters?"
"I don't mean to leave you, my dear, until I see you safe in the midst of your family; besides, I have a bit of curiosity with regard to that wonderful old place of yours." "Oh, it's lost, the place is quite lost," said Nora, remembering for the first time since the blow had fallen the feather-bed condition of Castle O'Shanaghgan.
A victoria has arrived for me, and a pony-trap for you, dear; for it seems your Uncle George has taken a great fancy to you, my little Nora. Well, dear, all this resurrection, this wonderful restoration of Castle O'Shanaghgan has occurred during your absence.
But, indeed, I thank you all, my friends, for coming to my deliverance." That night, in her smoke-begrimed cabin, Hannah Croneen described with much unction the way madam and the English doctor had been made to know their place, as she expressed it. "'Twas himself that put them down," said Hannah. "Ah, but he is a grand man, is O'Shanaghgan." Mrs. O'Shanaghgan spent a very unhappy night.
Nora thrust her hand into her pocket. "Here," she said, "is a bright halfpenny; give it to Mike, and tell him that Nora loves him very much. And now I am going home. Hannah, you'll remember my message to Andy, and please let him understand that he is not going to frighten me into doing anything I don't think right." Squire O'Shanaghgan came home in a couple of days.
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