[Valentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookValentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent CHAPTER XIV 8/16
Open, sir," said he, "open, if all's right." "Oh, d--n it, boys," said Phil again, "this is too bad--honor bright:--surely you wouldn't expose us, especially the girl." At the same time he withdrew his shoulder from the door, which flew open, and discovered him striving to soothe and console Miss M'Loughlin, who had not yet recovered her alarm and agitation, so as to understand the circumstances which took place about her.
In fact, she had been in that description of excitement which, without taking away animation, leaves the female (for it is peculiar to the sex) utterly incapable of taking anything more than a vague cognizance of that which occurs before her eyes.
The moment she and Phil were discovered together, not all Irwin's influence could prevent the party from indulging in a shout of triumph. This startled her, and was, indeed, the means of restoring her to perfect consciousness, and a full perception of her situation. "What is this ?" she inquired, "and why is it that a peaceable house is filled with armed men? and you, Mr.M'Clutchy, for what treacherous purpose did you intrude into my private room ?" M'Loughlin.
himself, from a natural dread of collision between his sons and the licentious yeomanry, and trusting to the friendship and steadiness of Irwin, literally stood sentinel at the parlor door, and prevented them from accompanying the others in the search. "My darling Mary," said Phil, "it's too late now, you see, to speak in this tone--we're caught, that's all, found out, and be cursed to these fellows.
If they had found us anywhere else but in your bed-room, I didn't so much care; however, it can't be helped now." As he spoke he raised his eye-brows from time to time at his companions, and winked with an expression of triumph so cowardly and diabolical, that it is quite beyond our ability to describe it.
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