Ah, glory be to goodness, but that's refreshin', especially afther
sich a day--sich a day! O saints above, look down upon us poor sinners,
one and all, men and women, wid pity and compassion this night! Here;
I'm very wake; let me get to bed; is there any pump wather in the
kitchen?"
To describe the pitch to which he had them wound up would be utterly
impossible. He sat in the cook's arm-chair, leaning a little back,
his feet placed upon the fender, and his eyes, as before, immovably,
painfully, and abstractedly fixed upon the embers. He was now the centre
of a circle, for they were all crowded about him, wrapped up to the
highest possible pitch of curiosity.
"We were talkin' about Masther Harry," said he, "the other night, and I
think I tould you something about him; it's like a dhrame to me that I
did."
"You did, indeed, Barney," said the cook, coaxingly, "and I hope that
what you tould us wasn't true."
"Aye, but about to-day, Barney; somthin' has happened to-day that's
troublin' you."
"Who is it said that?" said he, his eyes now closed, as if he were
wrapped up in some distressing mystery.
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