Sally Cavanagh; Or, The Untenanted Graves: a Tale of Tipperary |
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Page 189 - Brian hastened to the mountain foot, and saw the door of Connor Shea's house open. He entered, but a hand was raised to beckon him back. Connor Shea sat upon the floor, his back against the wall, supporting his poor wife's head which rested on his breast. She was asleep. In obedience to the motion of his hand, Brian retired softly. It occurred to him that the best thing he could do, was to call upon Mrs. Hazlitt, and enlist her benevolence in favour of the sufferers. " Matt, Matt," says Mrs. Hazlitt,...
Page 102 - I laid my card on a table near her, and withdrew. " It was a moonlight night, and I spent an hour or two looking out on the waters of the great lake. I thought of Ireland, and of the sufferings of her children...
Page v - O'Sullivan should be set at liberty. By this false step they relieved the new attorney-general of the awkward duty of becoming the prosecutor of his clients. The prisoners were released on their own recognizances to come up for judgment when called upon. It is needless to say that the fact that he could be at any moment consigned to penal servitude for life, or for any number of years the government pleased, without even the form of a trial, had no effect whatever upon the political conduct of O'Donovan...
Page 139 - ... Charlie Dare with the colour, the two sergeants, and the bugler now ascended the summit of the ridge, and close to them lay the old brigadier. " Bugler," said Colonel Carruthers, " sound the regimental call and the ' assemble.' " The bugler, who was a mere child, seized his bugle which hung by his side, and was in the act of raising it to his lips, when a shell shrieked through the air and burst. There was a dull splash, a short, gasping scream, and all that remained of the little English soldier...
Page 117 - She heard a step approaching the house. The latch was raised; but the door did not open, as it was fastened with the back-stick. " Sally," said a voice outside, " you 're not in bed. I saw the light.
Page 134 - We suspect, after all, that Fanny has been only deluding herself with regard to that heroic resolution to which reference has been made at the beginning of this chapter. "Play that old tune for me, Fanny, before I go to bed. I can't meet any one able to do it justice but yourself and Josh Reddy".
Page 98 - First of all, I found out the person through whom I had learned Rose Mulvany's fate. He accompanied me to the house where she had lived. With what mingled feelings of rage, and grief, and loathing I passed the threshold ! It was one of those places where vice is decked out in tawdry finery. But I shall not disgust you with a description of it. The poor lost creature whom I sought had left the place in ill health some months before. A dissipated looking woman remarked with a laugh, that the pace...
Page 100 - Do you not see what I am?' she asked. " ' I do', said I, ' and that is the reason I have sent for you'. " ' Am I not lost ?' " ' But, Rose, you may be saved — your soul may be saved. " She covered her face with her hands, and the bright auburn hair fell down, as I so often saw it fall in the old schoolhouse. " ' Rose', said I, in a softened voice, ' I do not want to reproach you'.
Page 109 - 't is a thrish ; do you want to take the sight o' my eyes from me ? ' " ' I tell you 't is a blackbird', siz he. " 'Indeed then it is n't, but a thrish', siz she. "Any way wan word borrowed another ; and the end av it was, Shawn flailed at her an' gev her the father av a batin'.
Page 156 - She looked distractedly about her until her eyes rested on a blue mountain, ten miles away. She bent a long piercing gaze upon the mountain. And then, uttering a wild shriek that rung through every corner of the palace of poverty . . . the broken-hearted woman rushed through the gate, her hands stretched out towards the mountain.