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"Generous kind considerate Ronayne, I can fully understand you, yet, ah! what must you think of me, who could for a moment doubt your power to explain every act of your life, however ambiguous in appearance. But what is that paper you have taken from your pocket-book?" "One that I have long designed for your perusal.
A large tub of whisky-punch, the gift of the commanding officer, had been brewed by Von Vottenberg, for their mid-day revel, and this, all had been unanimous in pronouncing the best medicine the doctor had ever administered to them; and now in small social messes, seated round their rude tables, covered with tin goblets, and pitchers of the same metal the mothers with their children at their side or upon their knees, and the fathers and unmarried men puffing clouds of smoke from their short pipes which they filled from two others placed on an elevated settle one in each block house which the happy Ronayne had given them on the occasion.
"Give me your arm, and see me home," she said carelessly, to Ronayne, who now having finished his breakfast, had also risen. "Do not be jealous, my dear Miss Heywood, but you will later know, if you do not know already, that the wife of the commanding officer always appropriates to herself, the handsomest unmarried young officer of the regiment."
He bent his head upon the same pillow, upon which reclined the unconscious head of the mother of the woman whom he so ardently loved, and wept tears of bitterness and sorrow. "I cannot stand this, Ronayne, dear Ronayne, whatever you be whatever you may have done, I love you with all the ardor of the most devoted soul!
The impression produced upon her was exactly what it had been then indescribable inexplicable to herself. "What is the matter, my love?" inquired Ronayne tenderly, and pressing her arm to his heart "what fixes your attention below?" then seeing the Indian himself. "Ah! Waunangee, my friend!" he exclaimed, "where have you been all this time? Come round to the gate and shake hands with my wife."
Among old time Irish members, Joe Ronayne, M.P. for Cork, was among the most diverting. He was a railway contractor, and much wanted some additional ground at the terminus of the line, which the proprietor, Lord Ventry, would not sell. The size of the coveted patch was only seven feet long by three broad. Mr. Ronayne grimly retorted:
"Nay, Ronayne," she quickly returned, while the color mounted vividly to her cheek, under the earnest ardor of his gaze, "I would not now unsay what I have said, and yet I did not intend that my words should exactly bear that interpretation nor is this a moment " "But still you will be my wife tell me, Maria?" and he looked imploringly into her own not averted eyes.
"What a nice little scene we might get up out of this morning's adventure," said the ever gay Mrs. Elmsley, as Waunangee, after having shaken hands with herself, departed with Ronayne. "Really, my dear, he is a fine looking, and certainly a warm-hearted fellow, that Wau Wan what's his name, Maria?" "Waunangee.
When immediately afterwards they knelt, and had their hands joined by Captain Headley, Waunangee bent eagerly forward, as if apprehensive of losing the slightest part of the ceremonial, but when at the conclusion, Ronayne saluted his wife in the usual manner, his cheek became suddenly pale as its native hue would permit, and with folded arms and proud attitude he withdrew slowly from the place he had hitherto occupied, to mingle more with the crowd behind.
The sense of constraint being thus banished by the only one whose presence had occasioned it, the party, after a few minutes low conversation between the lovers, sat down gaily to a meal half-break fast, half-luncheon, at which the most conspicuous actor was the lately reprimanded ensign. "Really, Mr. Ronayne, you must have met with a perfect chapter of adventures during your absence last night.
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