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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Ye're the only one I have in the wurrld, Peg." "And ye don't love her memory betther than ye do me?" O'Connell put both of his arms around her. "Yer mother is with the Saints, Peg, and here are you by me side. Sure there's room in me heart for the memory of her and the love of you." She breathed a little sigh of satisfaction and nestled onto her father's shoulder.
"Sure I won't lie aisy to-night if ye don't. But for you poor 'Michael' here might have been on that place ye spoke of that Quarantine, whatever it is. Ye saved him from that. And don't despise it because it's an American dollar. Sure it has a value all over the wurrld. An' besides I have no English money." Poor Peg pleaded that O'Farrell should take it.
Be a mother to her! A lot you know about motherhood! I want to tell ye me father knows more about motherhood than any man in the wurrld." Poor Mrs. Chichester fell back, crushed and humiliated from Peg's onslaught. In a few moments the two men returned with water and salts. After a while Ethel opened her eyes and looked up at Peg.
Hawkes says, Miss, if you are going to catch the train " "I'll catch it," said Peg impatiently; and Jarvis went out. Peg looked at Jerry's back turned eloquently toward her, as though in rebuke. "Why in the wurrld did I say that to him?" she muttered. "It's me Irish tongue." She went to the door, and opened it noisily, rattling the handle loudly hoping he would look around. But he never moved.
Brent slowly behind her back and answered coldly: "No. I have not." "Have ye ever THOUGHT about it?" "Yes." "WHAT do ye think about it?" questioned Peg eagerly. "Rot!" replied Ethel, decidedly. "ROT? ROT?" cried Peg, unable to believe her ears. "Sentimental nonsense that only exists in novels." "Ye're wrong!" insisted the anxious Peg; "ye're wrong. It's the most wondherful thing in the wurrld!"
I love me father and sure it's easier to suffer for the want of food than the want of love!" Suddenly she raised one hand above her head and in the manner and tone of a public-speaker she astounded Jerry with the following outburst: "An' that's what the Irish are doin' all over the wurrld.
You and I men of the wurrld, I may say we understand them for a' their worth; ay! ma wife too, with whom I observed ye speakin' is maist tolerant of her, but man! it's extraordinar'" he lowered his voice slightly "that yon husband of hers does na' check her freedoms with Kilcraithie. I wadna' say anythin' was wrong, ye ken, but is he no' over confident and conceited aboot his wife?"
"I want knowledge now. I know what you mean by bein' at a disadvantage. I used to despise learnin'. I've laughed at it. I never will again. Why I can't even talk yer language. Every wurrd I use is wrong. I never knew of such people. I didn't dhream what a wondherful power in the wurrld was the power of love. I used to think it somethin' to kape to yerself and never spake of out in the open.
And barrin' him bein' the very thafe o' the wurrld, it's a poor honest body he be. Shure it's little enough truble he give me, and me all alone be meself. An! the swag of him! Glory be to God, I dunno but it's wort five hundred pounds if it's wort a sint! Yirra! but it's weery I am. It's little slape I've had.
Horton, turning him round and round. "It's a birrd from Heaven then! I've heard it all the morning. It's been singing in me heart for ages. Now it's out! Come follow it wid me! We'll go to the end of the wurrld to foinde it." Her kitchen energy some called it temper had discovered a greater scope than puddings.
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