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He and M'Clutchy, to whom, by the way, he presented the truly spiritual sustenance of some good brandy out of a flask, with which he balanced the tracts in his other pocket, then took their way in the very centre of the Dashers, leaving behind them all those sorrows of life, for which, however, they might well be glad to exchange their consciences and their wealth.
Phil availed himself of the moment, put his hand to the window, which he raised up, and deliberately entered, after which he shut it down. Poll, while he did so, coughed aloud, as if giving a signal; and in an instant, a number of individuals mostly females, approached the window, near enough to see young M'Clutchy enter, and shut the window after him.
"In the presence of God we promise," was the unanimous reply. "Then, my children, may the blessing of Almighty God be with you, and guard and protect you wherever you go. And now proceed home, and sleep with consciences unburthened by guilt." And thus were Valentine M'Clutchy and his son saved, on this occasion, by the very man whom they termed "a rebellious Popish priest."
"He is nothing but a scoundrel, as I said," returned Sir William "that is all; a low-born scoundrel; and it is a disgrace to see such a fellow's name upon any Grand Jury list." "Hartley," replied Spavin, "we do not wish to refuse either Sir William or you in such a matter as this; but the fact is, M'Clutchy is right. This is at bottom a party matter a political matter, and you know it is."
"And I, my Lord, shall be ready to meet you either there or anywhere else, "And have the honor, &c, "Henry Hartley." In the meantime, and whilst this correspondence was going forward, the political reeling about Castle Cumber rose rapidly between the adherents and friends of each. M'Clutchy called a meeting of Lord Cumber's friends and his own, which was held in the public rooms of Castle Cumber.
"An' so it was," she said; "for I did love some one, I think; but who they were, or where they are gone to, I cannot tell. Is your name," she added, her eye blazing as she spoke to Raymond, "is your, name M'Clutchy?" "Say it is," suggested one of the neighbors; "may be it may startle the poor thing into her senses."
"You know him, M'Clutchy," said one or two of them. "He'll make a good under gaoler," replied Val, "as there will be in Europe. Appoint him, gentlemen; you will get no such man." "And that is just," said Sir William aside to Hartley, "all that Val's recommendation is good for."
Now the truth was, that M'Clutchy, who perfectly understood the half-witted character of his son for be it known that worthy Phil was considered by those who had the honor of his acquaintance, as anything but an oracle did not feel himself justified in admitting the said Phil to full confidence in all his plans and speculations.
"I tell you what, M'Clutchy, you're a confounded ill-tempered old scoundrel, an-and what-what's more o-o-over to your disgrace, a d d bad, rotten, and unsound Protestant. How do you ex-expect, sir, that a Protestant Establishment can be sup-support-ported in this country by such scandalous con-conduct as this? hip, hip, hurra!
Faith, Mr. M'Clutchy, I could tell where the cow grazes that was milked for that! Awough! However, no matther, I'm rantin' Regan from sweet Anghadarra Regan the Rake that never seen to-morrow. Whish! more power!" "That will do, Regan; you have not your rent." "Oh! d n the penny, as usual. Success! "Well, but what's to be done? I must come down."
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