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"Hasty a little," said Mave; "but then such a heart as she has. You ought to go see her at wanst." "I would, dear, an' my heart is longin' to see her; but I think it's betther that I should not till afther his thrial to-morrow. I'm to be a witness against the unfortunate man." "Against her father! against your own husband!" exclaimed Mave, looking aghast at this information.
"Ye see," said he, "Misther Russell has committed an offince against our r'y'l prayrogatives, an' ayven his being our cousin doesn't help him, so it doesn't, for ye see it's a toime av danger the habeas corpus is suspindid, thrial by jury's done up; there's only martial law, an', be jabers, there's a coort-martial in session at this blessed momint in the room overhead." "Oh, sire," exclaimed Mrs.
The culprit heard him not, however, for his whole soul was fearfully absorbed in the contemplation of eternity and punishment, and death. "Sir," said the turnkey, "that's the way he's runnin' about the room almost since his thrial; not, to be sure, altogether so bad as now, but clappin' his hands, an' scramm' an' groanin', that it's frightful to listen to him. An' his dhrames, sir, is worse.
But first an' foremost take this, in the name an' honor of God." "May the blessin' of the same Man* rest upon yees!" replied Kathleen. "This is a sorrowful thrial to us; for it's our first day to be upon the world; an' this is the first help of the kind we ever axed for, or ever got; an' indeed now I find we haven't even a place to carry it in. I've no b b cloth, or anything to hould it."
When the crone had gone out, the pedlar proceeded: "Don't be cast down yet, I tell you; there's still time enough, an' they may be here still." "Be here still! why, good God! isn't the thrial to come on to-morrow, they say?" "So itself; you may take my word for it, that even if he's found guilty, they won't hang him, or any man of his years."
"But there was no danger of Mike's gettin' the chance blow," observed the sarcastic vagrant, for such he was. "Maybe it's afore him," replied his companion: "we'll have another thrial for it, any how; but where are you goin', Darby? Is it to the dance?" Me! Is it a man "wid two holy ordhers an him?* No, no!
"You bore your thrial nobly, my darlin' son you must thin bear this as well; an' you, a colleen dhas, remember your promise to me afore I consulted to come with you this day." The weeping girl here dried her eyes, and, by a strong effort, hushed her grief.
What right has he, one of our own purswadjion as he is to hould out against us the way he does? Sure he's as rich as a Sassenach, an' may hell resave the farden he'll subscribe towards our gettin' arms or ammunition, or towards defindin' us when we're brought to thrial. So hell's delight wid the dirty Bodagh, says myself for wan."
Came a long-drawn, smacking "Ah-hh!" "A sore thrial tu me is that same man," he resumed, "wan more break on his part, as ye have seen this night . . . an' I musht I will take shteps wid um." "Why don't you transfer him back to the Post?" queried George, wonderingly, mindful of how swiftly that disciplinary measure had rewarded his own reckless conduct at the Gleichen detachment.
"I'm sure, Phelim, I don't know; but he tould me, that if I was provided for, he'd be firm, an' take chance of his thrial. But, he says, poor man, that it 'ud break his heart to be thransported, lavin' me behind him wid' nobody to take care o' me.
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