[The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine CHAPTER XXIV 10/25
In her evident distress, she looked upon him.
Their eyes met, and the revelation that that glance of anguish, on the part of Sarah, gave to him, disclosed the secret. "Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, involuntarily and unconsciously, "is this possible ?" Sarah felt that the discovery had been made by him at last; and seeing that all their eyes were still upon her, she rose up, and approaching Mave, said-- "It is true, Mave Sullivan, I am troubled--Mary, I am troubled;" and as she uttered the words, a blush so deep and so beautiful spread itself over her face and neck, that the very females present were, for the moment, lost in admiration of her radiant youth and loveliness.
Dalton's eyes were still upon her, and after a little time, he said-- "Sarah, come to me." She went to his bedside, and kneeling, bent her exquisite figure over him; and as her dark brilliant eyes looked into his, he felt the fragrance of her breath mingling with his own. "What is it ?" said she. "You are too near me," said he. "Ah, I feel I am," she said, shaking her head. "I mane," he added, "for your own safety.
Give me your hand, dear Sarah." He took her hand, and raising himself a little on his right side, he looked upon her again; and as he did so, she felt a few warm tears falling upon it. "Now," he said, "lay me down again, Sarah." A few moments of ecstatic tumult, in which Sarah was unconscious of anything about her, passed.
She then rose, and sitting down on the little stool, she wept for some minutes in silence.
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