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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER XX
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A man of his age, now afther so many years! However--well--it can't be helped; we must do our duty." "Where is the rest of your family ?" asked another of them; "is this young woman a daughter of yours ?" "Not at all," replied a third; "this is a daughter of the Black Prophet himself; and, by japers, you hardened gipsey, it's a little too bad for you to come to see how your blasted ould father's work gets on.

It's his evidence that's bringin' this dacent ould man from his family to a gaol, this miserable evenin'.

Be off out o' this, I desire you; I wondher you're not ashamed to be present here, above all places in the world, you brazen devil." Sarah's whole soul, however, in all its best and noblest sympathies, had passed into and mingled with the scene of unparalleled misery which was then before her.

She went rapidly to the bed in which young Con was I stretched; stooped down, and looking closely at him, perceived that he was in a broken and painful slumber.

She then passed to that in which his sister lay, and saw that she was also asleep.


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