[The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain CHAPTER XIII 11/32
Do you attend to your duty regularly, my good lad ?" "I do, plaise your reverence." "And obey your parents ?" "I hope so, sir." "Indeed," said his father, "poor Mick doesn't lave us much to complain of in that respect; he's a very good boy in general, your reverence." "God bless you, my child," said the priest, solemnly, placing his hand upon the boy's head, who was sitting, "and guide your feet in the paths of religion and virtue!" "Oh, sir," exclaimed the poor affectionate lad, bursting into tears, "I wish you would come to my mother! she is very ill, and so is my sister." "I will go, my child, in half-an-hour.
I see you are a good youth, and full of affection; I will go almost immediately.
Here, Mat Ruly," he shouted, raising the parlor window, on seeing that neat boy pass;--"here, you colossus--you gigantic prototype of grace and beauty;--I say, go and saddle Freney the Robber immediately; I must attend a sick call without delay.
What do you stare and gape for? shut that fathomless cleft in your face, and be off.
Now, Nogher," he said, once more addressing the man, "slip down to-morrow with the stamp; or, stay, why should these fellows be there two hours, and the house and the family as they are? Sit down here for a few minutes, I'll go home with you; we can get the stamp in Ballytrain, on our way,--ay, and draw up the bill there too;--indeed we can and we will too; so not a syllable against it.
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