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She had not yet shed a tear, but now she surveyed his countenance, smiled and named him, placed her hands upon him, and examined his dress with a singular blending of conflicting emotions, but still without being thoroughly collected. "I will speak to her," said Jemmy, "in Irish, it will go directly to her heart: Mhair, avourneen, tha ma, laht, anish! Mother, my darling, I am with you at last."
"I know you are, avourneen, as the bank itself; an' should have what you want wid a heart an' a half, only for the promise I made an my two knees last night, aginst givin' credit to man or woman. Why the dickens didn't you come yistherday?" "Didn't I tell you, woman alive, that it was by accident, an' that I wished to sarve the house, that we came at all.
I'm unasy in my mind, for 'fraid I'd not sleep in the grave-yard where all belongin' to me lie." A chord of the mother's heart was touched; and in a moment the memory of their beloved child brought the tears to her eyes. "Owen, avourneen, I have one requist to ax of you, an' I'm sure you won't refuse it to me; if I die afore you, let me be buried wid Alley.
"I thank you, Father Finnerty," said Denis, "and I thank you all!" "Denis, avourneen," said his mother, "sit down an' ate a hearty dinner; you must be both tired and hungry, so sit down, avick, and when you're done you can tell us all." "Bonum concilium, mi chare Dionysi the advice is good, Mrs.
"Honor," replied her husband, "avourneen machree, I think you'll save your husband's sowl yet, undhor my merciful Saviour." "Your son, undher the same merciful God, will do it. Your heart was hard and godless, Fardorougha, and, surely, if Connor's death 'll be the manes of savin' his father's sowl, wouldn't it be a blessin' instead of a misfortune?
"I think, mother," said Connor, "the less we say about it now the better with my own good will I'll never speak on the subject." "You're right, avourneen," replied the mother; "you're right; I'll say nothing God sees it's no use." "What would you have me do?" said the old man, rising and walking' about in unusual distress and agitation; "you don't know me I can't do it I cant do it.
The unrestrained sobbings of the mother now aroused her for the first time, and on looking up, she saw her father wiping away the big tears from his eyes. "Una, avourneen," said the worthy man, "let John make tay for us for, God help you, you can't do it. Don't fret, achora machree, don't, don't, Una; as God is over me, I'd give all I'm worth to save him, for your sake."
I feel that this state we're in this outher desolation an' misery we're in will drive me mad! but that hasty blow, avourneen machree that hasty blow an' the hot temper that makes me give it, is my curse yet, has always been my curse, an' ever will be my curse; it's that curse that's upon me now, an' upon all of us this minute it is, it is!"
"God forbid, Honora More! but sure it ud ill become me to hear my own corree no, no, avourneen," she exclaimed, putting hack the glass; "I can't take it this a way; it doesn't agree wid me; you must put a grain o' shugar an' a dhrop o' bilin' wather to it. It may do very well hard for the sarvints, but I'm not used to it."
Listen to them coughin', for fraid we'd forget them: and throth and they won't be forgot this bout any how Katty, avourneen, give them every one, big and little, young and ould, their skinful don't lave a wrinkle in them; and see, take one of them bottles the crathurs, they're starved sitting there all night in the cowld and give them a couple of glasses a-piece it's good, yer Reverence, to have the poor body's blessing at all times; and now, as I was saying, Here's all yer healths! and from the very veins of my heart yer welcome here."
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