[The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine CHAPTER XVII 11/14
Here, at any rate, will you have your supper ?" The resentment which had been gathering at Nelly's coarse observations, disappeared the moment the question as to supper had been put to her. "Oh! why don't you," she said; "and why didn't you always spake to me in a kind voice ?" "But about young Dick," said the suspicious prophet; "did you see him since ?" "No," she replied, calmly and thoughtfully; but, as if catching, by reflection, the base import of the query, she replied, in a loud and piercing voice, rendered at once full and keen by indignation.
"No! I say, an' don't dare to suspect me of goin' to Dick o' the Grange, or any sich profligate." "Hollo! there's a breeze!" After a pause, "You won't bate us, I hope. Then, madame, where were you ?" Short as was the period that had passed since her reply and the putting of this last question, she had relapsed or fallen into a mood of such complete abstraction, that she heard him not.
With her naturally beautiful and taper hand under her still more finely chiseled chin, she sat looking, in apparent sorrow and perplexity, into the fire, and while so engaged, she sighed deeply two or three times. "Never mind her, man," said Nelly; "let her alone, an' don't draw an ould house on our heads.
She has had a fight with Charley Hanlon, I suppose; maybe he has refused to marry her, if he ever had any notion of it--which I don't think he had." Sarah rose up and approaching her, said: "What is that you wor saying? Charley Hanlon!--never name him an' me together, from this minute out.
I like him well enough as an acquaintance, but never name us together as sweethearts--mark my words now.
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