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"Get up," said the Colonel--"get up. The proceedings of the day have
produced a revulsion of feeling which has rendered you incapable of
sustaining intelligence of your son. He is well, I assure you. Bring
those things to this table, waiter."
"But can your honor tell me anything in particular about him, sir? What
he's doin'--or what he intends to do?"
"Yes! he is at a respectable boarding-school."
"Boordin'-school! But isn't boordin'-schools Protestants, sir?"
"Not at all; he is at a Catholic boarding-school, and reading hard to be
a priest, which, I hope, he will soon be. He has good friends, and you
may thank him for being restored to your farm."
"Glory be to my Maker for that! Oh, sir, your tenants wor desaved in
you! They thought, sir, that you wor a hard-hearted gintleman, that
didn't care whether they lived or died."
"I feel that I neglected them too long, M'Evoy. Now take some
refreshment: eat something, and afterwards drink a few glasses of wine.
Your feelings have been much excited, and you will be the better for it.
Keep up your spirits. I am going to ride, and must leave you: but if you
call on me to-morrow, at one o'clock, I shall have more good news
for you. We must stock your farm, and enable you to enter upon it
creditably."
"Sir," said M'Evoy, "you are a Protestant; but, as I hope to enther
glory, I an' my wife an' childhre will pray that your bed may be made in
heaven, this night; and that your honor may be led to see the truth an'
the right coorse.
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