She consequently, after a slight pause, replied to her lover-- "You must not blame me, dear Con, for being here.

I came to give whatever poor attendance I could to Nancy here, and to sich of you as want it, while you're sick.

I came, indeed, to stay and nurse you all, if you will let me; an' you won't be sorry to hear it, in spite of all that has happened, that I have the consent of my father an' mother for so doin'." A faint smile of satisfaction lit up her lover's features, but this was soon overshadowed by his apprehension for her safety.
Sarah, who had for about a half minute been examining Mave on her part, now started, and exclaimed with flashing eyes, and we may add, a bursting and distracted heart-- "Well, Mave Sullivan, I have often seen you, but never so well as now.
You have goodness an' truth in your face.

Oh, it's a purty face--a lovely face.

But why do you state a falsehood here--for what you've just said is false; I know it." Mave started, and in a moment her pale face and neck were suffused by one burning blush, at the idea of such an imputation.