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Would my lady send out their two daughters to America and place them in decent places? And here was old Roseen, old and miserable, without chick or child, or drop's blood belonging to her in the wide world, and would my lady remember her?
Roseen listened solemnly, not in the least astonished to be told that the personage in question was possessed of ears; she supposed "a Gout" to be a living thing, an insect probably, of a more noxious kind than a spider. "'Fires! says the Gout; 'an' was they atin' an' drinkin' at all? says he. "'Atin' an' drinkin'! says the Spider.
Rorke no longer stood between him and his own flesh and blood, or whether the girl's obstinacy had aroused in him a corresponding desire to carry his point, or whether, as some of the neighbours ill-naturedly said, he thought if the fine little colleen was to go to sarvice at all, she might as well come to him for no wages as to be airnin' from somebody else, remains a mystery; but it is certain that in spite of the unpleasant condition imposed by Roseen, Peter felt a curious glow of pride and pleasure when he assisted Roseen to alight at the door of Monavoe.
It's better to marry a man with sense, nor to go takin' up with some young whipper-snapper that would be thinkin' of nothin' but spendin' money and carryin' on with nonsense." "He's an ould widower," cried Roseen, wrinkling up her little nose with an expression of disgust. "Well," said Peter, "an' a good thing too; you'll come in for all the beautiful dresses and jewels and things the first Mrs.
Roseen looked piteously at him, as he halted beside her, gazing with alarm at the trace of tears which still remained on her face. "Me grandfather wants me to get married to Mr. Quinn," she announced briefly. "God bless us!" ejaculated Mike, his cheeks growing pale beneath their tan. "What did ye say, alanna?" "I said I wouldn't," answered Roseen. "That's me brave girl!
"I have it now! there's me darlin' pipe! I was afther forgettin' I put it there; it was turned upside down in the crack an' all me baccy's spilt on me!" Roseen could at first scarcely believe her own eyes and ears; this then was the solution of the mystery which had so long baffled them.
He made his will to begin with, leaving a good deal of money in charity, and the bulk of his fortune to Roseen; he left directions that the Clancys were to be reinstated in their cabin and emphatically announced that he forgave Mike. When this last item, by the way, was reported to Pat, the old man's indignation knew no bounds.
Pat's face suddenly changed; his eyes flashed, and his voice shook when next he spoke, though he endeavoured to assume a casual air. "An' was it smokin' alongside o' the rick you were, Judy? When was that, agrah?" "Sure, it was the very night I lost me pipe," replied Judy. "Roseen bid me go out an' watch for Mike an' tell him the Masther had her locked in an' she couldn't get out to spake to him."
The little pipe, slipping downwards in the crack, had turned over, upsetting its contents upon the loose hay beneath the rick, which being, as Judy had related, dry as tinder, quickly caught fire from the smouldering embers. A strong breeze had arisen that night, and the flame had spread to the stack itself with the results which Roseen knew.
He had never taken any notice of them before, she had averred; he had let her father starve, and her mother work herself to death. Roseen was not going to be beholden to him now she'd earn her own bread, so she would, an' if he thought shame of his grandchild goin' to sarvice, she was glad of it, so she was, an' she'd make sure an' tell every one the way he was afther thratin' them.
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