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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about The Absentee.
they had the horses off every carriage entirely, and drew’em home, with, blessings, through the park.  And, God bless ’em! when they got out, they didn’t go shut themselves up in the great drawing-room, but went straight out to the TIRrass, to satisfy the eyes and hearts that followed them.  My lady Laning on my young lord, and Miss Grace Nugent that was, the beautifullest angel that ever you set eyes on, with the finest complexion and sweetest of smiles, Laning upon the ould lord’s arm, who had his hat off, bowing to all, and noticing the old tenants as he passed by name.  Oh, there was great gladness and tears in the midst; for joy I could scarce keep from myself.

After a turn or two upon the TIRrass, my Lord Colambre quit his mother’s arm for a minute, and he come to the edge of the slope, and looked down and through all the crowd for some one.

‘Is it the widow O’Neill, my lord?’ says I; ’she’s yonder, with the spectacles on her nose, betwixt her son and daughter, as usual.’

Then my lord beckoned, and they did not know which of the tree would stir; and then he gave tree beckons with his own finger, and they all tree came fast enough to the bottom of the slope forenent my lord; and he went down and helped the widow up (Oh, he’s the true jantleman), and brought ’em all tree up on the TIRrass, to my lady and Miss Nugent; and I was up close after, that I might hear, which wasn’t manners, but I couldn’t help it.  So what he said I don’t well know, for I could not get near enough, after all.  But I saw my lady smile very kind, and take the widow O’Neill by the hand, and then my Lord Colambre ’TRODUCED Grace to Miss Nugent, and there was the word namesake, and something about a check curtains; but, whatever It was, they was all greatly pleased; then my Lord Colambre turned and looked for Brian, who had fell back, and took him with some commendation to my lord his father.  And my lord the master said, which I didn’t know till after, that they should have their house and farm at the ould rent; and at the surprise, the widow dropped down dead; and there was a cry as for ten BERRINGS.  ‘Be qui’te,’ says I, ‘she’s only kilt for joy;’ and I went and lift her up, for her son had no more strength that minute than the child new born; and Grace trembled like a leaf, as white as the sheet, but not long, for the mother came to, and was as well as ever when I brought some water, which Miss Nugent handed to her with her own hand.

’That was always pretty and good, said the widow, laying her hand upon Miss Nugent, ‘and kind and good to me and mine.’

That minute there was music from below.  The blind harper, O’Neill, with his harp, that struck up ‘Gracey Nugent.’

And that finished, and my Lord Colambre smiling, with the tears standing in his eyes too, and the ould lord quite wiping his, I ran to the TIRrass brink to bid O’Neill play it again; but as I run, I thought I heard a voice call Larry.

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