O'Conors of Castle Conor by Anthony Trollope
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"Where the d-- has that other fellow gone to?" said Tom. "Jack, do go out and see what is the matter. If anybody is drunk send for me." "Oh, there is nobody drunk," said Tizzy. Jack went out, and the coachman returned; but what was done and said I hardly remember. The whole room seemed to swim round and round, and as far as I can recollect the company sat mute, neither eating nor drinking. Presently Jack returned. "It's all right," said he. I always liked Jack. At the present moment he just looked towards me and laughed slightly. "All right?" said Tom. "But is the fellow coming?" "We can do with Richard, I suppose," said Jack. "No--I can't do with Richard," said the father. "And will know what it all means. Where is that fellow Larry?" Larry had been standing just outside the door, and now he entered gently as a mouse. No sound came from his footfall, nor was there in his face that look of pain which it had worn for the last fifteen minutes. But he was not the less abashed, frightened and unhappy. "What is all this about, Larry?" said his master, turning to him. "I insist upon knowing." "Och thin, Mr. Green, yer honer, I wouldn't be afther telling agin |
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