Letters on Literature

第48章

Sowidthatawaywidher,andinwintBilly,an’where’idhehidehimselfbudinalittleclosetthatwasoffivtheroomwheretheouldmanandwomanslep’。Soheclosedthedoore,andsotdowninanouldchairhefoundthereconvanient。

Well,hewasnotwellinitwhenalltherestivthemcomesintothekitchen,an’ouldTimDonovansingin’the’ColleenRue’

forthebarelife,an’therestivthemsthrivin’tohumourhim,anddoin’

exactlyeverythinghebidthem,becausetheyseenhewasfoolishbethemanesivtheliquor。

Well,tobesureallthiskep’themlongenough,youmaybesure,fromgoin’tobed,sothatBillycouldgetnomannerivanadvantagetogetoutivthehouse,andsohestedsittin’inthedarkclosetinstate,cursin’the’ColleenRue,’andwondherin’

tothedivilwhinthey’dgettheouldmanintohisbed。An’,asifthatwasnotdelayenough,whoshouldcomeintostopforthenightbutFatherO’Flaherty,ofCahirmore,thatwasbuyin’ahorseatthefair!An’avcourse,therewasabedtobemeddownforhisraverence,an’someotherattintions;an’

alongdiscoorsehimselfan’ouldMrs。

DonovanhadabouttheslaughterivBillyMalowney,an’howhewasburiedonthefieldivbattle;an’hisraverencehopedhegotadacentfuneral,an’alltheotherconvaniencesivreligion。An’soyoumaysupposeitwasprettylateinthenightbeforeallivthemgottotheirbeds。

Well,TimDonovancouldnotsettletosleepatallatall,an’sohekep’discoorsin’

thewifeaboutthenewcowshebought,an’thestripphershesould,an’soanforbetterthananhour,ontilfromonethingtoanotherhekemtotalkaboutthepigs,an’

thepoulthry;andatlast,havingnothingbetthertodiscoorseabout,hebegunathisdaughterMolly,an’alltheheartscaldshewastohimberaisonivrefusin’themen。

An’atlastsayshe:

’Ionderstand,’sayshe,’verywellhowitis,’sayshe。’It’showshewasinlove,’

sayshe,’widthatbliggard,BillyMalowney,’

sayshe,’badlucktohim!’sayshe;forbythistimehewascomingtohisraison。

’Ah!’saysthewife,saysshe,’Timdarlint,don’tbecursin’themthat’sdeadan’buried,’saysshe。

’An’whywouldnotI,’sayshe,’iftheydesarveit?’sayshe。

’Whisht,’saysshe,’an’listentothat,’

saysshe。’InthenameoftheBlessedVargin,’saysshe,’whatISit?’saysshe。

An’sureenoughwhatwasitbutBillMalowneythatwasdhroppin’asleepinthecloset,an’snorin’likeachurchorgan。

’Isitapig,’sayshe,’orisitaChristian?’

’Arra!listentothetuneivit,’saysshe;’sureapigneverdonethelikeisthat,’saysshe。

’Whateveritis,’sayshe,’it’sintheroomwidus,’sayshe。’TheLordbemarcifultous!’sayshe。

’Itouldyounottobecursin’,’saysshe;’badlucktoyou,’saysshe,’foranommadhaun!’forshewasaveryreligiouswomaninherself。

’Sure,he’sburiedinSpain,’sayshe;

’an’itisnotforonelittleinnocentexpression,’sayshe,’he’dbecomin’allthatawaytoannoythehouse,’sayshe。

Well,whiletheywartalkin’,Billturnsinthewayhewassleepin’intoanai

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