J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 149 pages of information about J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 4.

“‘Oh,’ says my father, ‘I’m only a foolish, ignorant, poor man,’ says he.

“‘You’re nothing else,’ says the squire; ‘but any way,’ says he, ’it’s not to be listenin’ to your gosther, nor convarsin’ with the likes iv you, that I came up—­down I mane,’ says he—­(an’ as little as the mistake was, my father tuck notice iv it).  ’Listen to me now, Terence Neil,’ says he, ’I was always a good masther to Pathrick Neil, your grandfather,’ says he.

“‘Tis thrue for your honour,’ says my father.

“‘And, moreover, I think I was always a sober, riglar gintleman,’ says the squire.

“‘That’s your name, sure enough,’ says my father (though it was a big lie for him, but he could not help it).

“‘Well,’ says the sperit, ’although I was as sober as most men—­at laste as most gintlemen’—­says he; ‘an’ though I was at different pariods a most extempory Christian, and most charitable and inhuman to the poor,’ says he; ‘for all that I’m not as asy where I am now,’ says he, ’as I had a right to expect,’ says he.

“‘An’ more’s the pity,’ says my father; ’maybe your honour id wish to have a word with Father Murphy?’

“‘Hould your tongue, you misherable bliggard,’ says the squire; ’it’s not iv my sowl I’m thinkin’—­an’ I wondher you’d have the impitence to talk to a gintleman consarnin’ his sowl;—­and when I want that fixed,’ says he, slappin’ his thigh, ’I’ll go to them that knows what belongs to the likes,’ says he.  ‘It’s not my sowl,’ says he, sittin’ down opposite my father; ‘it’s not my sowl that’s annoyin’ me most—­I’m unasy on my right leg,’ says he, ’that I bruck at Glenvarloch cover the day I killed black Barney.’

“(My father found out afther, it was a favourite horse that fell undher him, afther leapin’ the big fince that runs along by the glen.)

“‘I hope,’ says my father, ’your honour’s not unasy about the killin’ iv him?

“‘Hould your tongue, ye fool,’ said the squire, ‘an’ I’ll tell you why I’m anasy an my leg,’ says he.  ’In the place, where I spend most iv my time,’ says he, ‘except the little leisure I have for lookin’ about me here,’ says he, ’I have to walk a great dale more than I was ever used to,’ says he, ‘and by far more than is good for me either,’ says he; ’for I must tell you,’ says he, ’the people where I am is ancommonly fond iv could wather, for there is nothin’ betther to be had; an’, moreover, the weather is hotter than is altogether plisint,’ says he; ’and I’m appinted,’ says he, ‘to assist in carryin’ the wather, an’ gets a mighty poor share iv it myself,’ says he, ‘an’ a mighty throublesome, warin’ job it is, I can tell you,’ says he; ’for they’re all iv them surprisingly dhry, an’ dhrinks it as fast as my legs can carry it,’ says he; ’but what kills me intirely,’ says he, ‘is the wakeness in my leg,’ says he, ‘an’ I want you to give it a pull or two to bring it to shape,’ says he, ’and that’s the long an’ the short iv it,’ says he.

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