The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

covered it up with the green sward, as graves usually are covered, and in such a way that there s

ny particular observation; she sat down, and locking her fingers into each other, swayed her body backwards and forwards in silence, as a female do

"I sent you for the da

d no wondher-oh, no wondher, indeed!-Providence! You may blaspheme Providence as much as you like; but h

t words. He turned his eyes upon her; and in an instant that terrible scowl, for which he was so remarkable, when in a state of passion

wanst for all, you must give up ringing Providence into my ears, unl

heart-I wish I I could; I'll do for yourself what you often pretend to do for others: but I'll give you warnin'. I tell you now, that Providence: himself

most ferocious moods, was a circumstance which amazed and absolutely overcame him. Whether it was the novelty or the moral elevation of the position she so unexpectedly assumed, or some lurking conviction within himself which echoed back

on the part of the elder female, joined to the extraordinary union of determination and indifference with which she spoke, had something morally impressive in it; and

looked from the one to the other with an aspect of u

ather bate with his own weapons. Why, she has frightened you more wid h

r replied, nor seeme

al. I'd go myself, an' save you in the journey, but that I'm afraid you might fall in love wid one anoth

taking the cloth, deliberately folded it up, and a

an' it will do as well as money. He expects Master Dick's inte

paper, and look

none of the vill

et what you want, and th

of her father, after the other had

e replied, "that I don't like, an

in her eye that you need care about? You have nobody's blood on you

't look

did, an' I was

about that same woman. In the meantime, I'll throw myself on

ie down, an' I'll go over awhile to Tom Cassidy's. But first, I had be

nt off, light-hearted as a lark, leaving her

having closed and bolted the door, walked backwa

ton an' my coffin? Hut! that's nonsense. Many a dhrame I had that went for nothin'. The only thing she could stumble on is the Box, an' I don't think she would be likely to find that out, unless she went to throw down the house; but, anyhow, it's no harm to thry." He immediately mounted th

ht be brought against me, or who owned it? I don't think she does; but still, where can it be, and what could she mane by Providence trackin' me out?-an' why did she look as if she: knew something? Then that dhrame I can't get it

hed bed, and, despite of his tumul