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Updated: July 29, 2025
During the few days, therefore, that intervened between the last interview which Connor held with Nogher M'Cormick, and the day of his final departure he felt himself rather relieved than depressed by the number of friends who came to visit him for the last time.
"A girsha!" said Peggy, his fellow-servant, feeling the indignity just offered to her sex "Why thin, bad manners to your assurance for that same: a girsha's as well intitled to a full glass as a gorsoon, any day." "Husth a colleen," said Nogher, good humoredly, "sure, it's takin' pattern by sich a fine example you ought to be. This, Mrs.
"Throubled! dad, Fardorougha, you ought to be a happy and a thankful man this night, that is, if God sinds the misthress safe over it, as I hope He will, plase goodness." "I'm poor, Nogher, I'm poor, an' here's a family comin'." "Faith, take care it's not sin you're com-mittin' by spakin' as you're doin'." "But you know I'm poor, Nogher."
"I know, sir, it's a bad business," said Nogher, "but it can't be helped now; no man's safe that won't join it." "Faith, and I won't for one," replied the Bodagh, "not but that they sent many a threat to me. Anything against the laws o' the counthry is bad, and never ends but in harm to them that's consamed in it."
"Cry on, cry on," said Nogher, wiping his own eyes; "it will lighten your heart; an' who knows but it's his mother's prayers that brought you to yourself, and got this relief for you. Go, Biddy," said he, in a whisper, to the servant-maid, "and tell the mistress to come here; she'll know best how to manage him, now that he's a little calm."
"Hut, Connor; who's spakin' about murdher? No, only to make him miss his breath some night afore long. Does he desarve mercy that 'ud swear away the life of an innocent man?" "Nogher," replied the other, rising up and speaking with the utmost solemnity "If one drop of his blood is spilt on my account, it will bring the vengeance of Heaven upon the head of every man havin' a hand in it.
By He that made me, we won't give pain to a single hair of his head. Are you satisfied now?" "I am," replied the ingenuous young man, who was himself too candid to see through the sophistry of Nogher's oath. "And now, Nogher," he replied, "many a day have we spent together you are one of my oldest friends.
The noble boy, who could hear the sentence of death without the commotion of a nerve, was forced to weep on the neck of an old and faithful follower who loved him, when he remembered that, after that melancholy visit, he should see his familiar face no more. When Nogher left him, a train of painful reflections passed through his mind.
"And you won't injure the man?" "Hut! no," replied Nogher, with a gravity whose irony was barely perceptible, "what would we murdher him for, now that you don't wish it? I never had any particular wish to see my own funeral." "And, Nogher, you will do all you can to prevent him from being murdhered?" "To be sure, Connor to be sure.
Moan," replied Nogher, "for settin' me right sure we'll know something ourselves whin it comes our turn, plase goodness. If the misthress isn't asleep, by goxty, I'd call in to her, that I'm dhrinkin' her health." "She's not asleep," said her mother; "an' proud she'll be, poor thing, to hear you, Nogher." "Misthress!" he said in a loud voice, "are you asleep, ma'am?"
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