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Berna Boyle; A Love Story of the County Down (Inglés) Tapa blanda – 13 may 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 Excerpt: the morning. That's right, sorr, give him a sup of whisky; he's only shook a bit. He'll be as well as ever in a minute. Lean on me, Mr. Muir. It was the throw you got, wasn't it?--ay, I deemed as much. Lean heavier, sorr; put your full weight on me. Don't be a hair afeared; I'll not go over with you. Now, Mr. Gorman, pull yourself together; your father's worth a dozen dead ones yet--aren't you, Mr. Muir? You'll live to bury all of us, maybe. Here, Sniff, hie home, my lad. Heth and feth, if he hasn't the sense of all the Christians in the parish." Still feeling dizzy and confused, with a vague wonder as to how he came to be walking in the middle of the night down the hill leading to Ardilaw supported by his son and Peter Doey, Mr. Muir eventually found himself tottering along his own back avenue, crossing his own stable-yard, entering his kitchen, and speculating, in a dreamy sort of way, what Bell would find to remark about the mud three men's boots were capable of leaving upon the floor. "We'll have him up to bed now, Mr. Gorman," said Doey, whose experience both in matters of accident and of drunkenness might be considered exhaustive; and, acting on this suggestion, Mr. Muir was, as Peter expressed the matter, "convoyed" up stairs, only to be confronted with the awful apparition of Miss Isabella in nightgown and nightcap. Mrs. Caudle herself could not have presented a more terrifying spectacle. "I'd like to know--" she was beginning, when Gorman cut across her speech. "Should you?" he said; "then you won't know to-night. Some one must sit up with my father. Shall I call Carline?" "Certainly not, so long as I am mistress in the house," answered Bell. "Ah! and it's not here you'd be st...

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