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Having heard through one person and another of the disgruntled mood of both Kerrigan and Tiernan, and recognizing himself, even if he was a Republican, to be a man much more of their own stripe than either McKenty or Dowling, Gilgan decided to visit that lusty pair and see what could be done by way of alienating them from the present center of power.
Mulally replied, pulling forward a chair with alacrity. "Just sit there comfortable no one will disturb ye." When, in the course of half an hour, Mr. Tiernan returned, there was a grim yet triumphant look in his little blue eyes, but it was not until Janet had thanked Mr. Mulally for his hospitality and they had reached the sidewalk that he announced the result of his quest. "Well, I caught him.
Tiernan scrutinizing the numbers until he paused in front of a house with a basement kitchen and snow-covered, sandstone steps.
Tiernan regarded her guilelessly, but there was admiration in his soul; not because of her unquestioned feminine attractions, he being somewhat amazingly proof against such things, but because it was conveyed to him in some unaccountable way that her suspicions were aroused. The brain beneath that corkscrew hair was worthy of a Richelieu. Mr.
His ears were large and stood out bat-wise from his head; and his eyes gleamed with a smart, evasive light. He was cleverer financially than Tiernan, richer, and no more than thirty-five, whereas Mr. Tiernan was forty-five years of age. Like Mr. Tiernan in the first ward, Mr. Kerrigan was a power in the second, and controlled a most useful and dangerous floating vote.
Tiernan was abbot of Clonmacnoise, and Marian is thought to have been a monk of that monastery, as he speaks of a superior called Tigernach, under whom he had lived in Ireland.
"I'll tell you, Pat," said "Smiling Mike," as they eventually made the door through throngs of jeering citizens; "it does look a little rough. Whad ye think?" "To hell with them!" replied Kerrigan, angry, waspish, determined. "They don't run me or my ward. I'll vote as I damn please." "Same here," replied Tiernan, with a great show of courage. "That goes for me. But it's putty warm, anyhow, eh?"
"Then it's me that's going with you," he announced. "Oh no, Mr. Tiernan!" she protested. "I couldn't let you do that." "And why not?" he demanded. "I've got a little business there myself. I'm proud to go with you. It's your sister you want, isn't it?" "Yes." "Well, what would you be doing by yourself a young lady? How will you find your sister?" "Do you think you can find her?"
He shakes hands like a dead fish. Whaddye think he had the nerve to say to me. 'This isn't the Mr. Tiernan of the second? he says. "'I'm the same, says I. "'Well, you don't look as savage as I thought you did, says he. Haw-haw! I felt like sayin', 'If you don't go way I'll give you a slight tap on the wrist. I'd like just one pass at a stiff like that up a dark alley." Tiernan was mocking Mr.
Nial, son of Congal, succeeded, and about the middle of the century we find Breffni divided into two lordships, from the mountain of Slieve-an-eiran eastward, or Cavan, being given to Art, son of Cathal, and from the mountain westward, or Leitrim, to Donnell, son of Conor, son of Tiernan, de Lacy's victim.
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