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Title: Irish ways
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Barlow, Jane, 1857?-1917
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Publisher: London : George Allen & Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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the confusion of voices. Theirtones expressed amazement and dismay, but thecause remained obscure, as the louder vociferationsalone reached him distinctly, and these were merelybawls of Jack, or Pat, or Judy, which threwno light upon the matter. Ignorantly hstening, heconjectured that one of the cows might be chokingherself with a turnip, or that the chestnut marehad fallen down under the cart— imagined disasterswhich made him rage at his own helplessness. Theworst thing that could have happened him, hesaid to himself, was to be laid up in the middle ofall the spring work. At last, as if swept upstairs by the topmostwave of the swelling excitement, Sally Keogh camescurrying in, with eyes now wilder than her locks,and words that matched them well : Och, sir—och to goodness ! Och, saw you ever the like ?SurCj sir, poor Mr. Tom it is lyin there under thehedge all the while, and he kilt dead. Killed ? said James Doran, staring at herstupidly, and what would kill him ? THE STORM BEGINS
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A STORM OF TERROR 211 Sure, twould kill an ox, they said, the terriblecrack hes after gettin—the one side of his head allstove in ; so Jack Moynihan was tellin me, for Idbe long sorry to look at the like meself, said Sally. Get the doctor to him, James Doran saidhoarsely. Get Dr. Byrne. Pat Ryans run off for him and Father Magill ;and Peter Hannay was about fetchin the police,only / bid him not to yet a while, Sally said, witha sort of frantic self-importance. For says I tohim, if it was poor Mr. Atty had the misfortune tobe after doin murder on him, it might be by somemanner of accident partly ; and anyway, we hada right, says I, to let him have a chance of gettinoff wid himself out of this. What the mischief is the woman ravingabout ? said James Doran. Is it ravin ? said Sally. How ravin Iam, bedad, and meself the only one that had thewit to hinder them of leggin off hot-foot to thebarracks wid the news, and gettin Mr. Atty hungvery belike, the way youd be at the loss of theboth o

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