Light O' the Morning by L. T. Meade
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and it's a cozy, snug little place, where you can have your potheen
and nobody be any the wiser." "I declare, Patrick," said his lady, facing him, "you are becoming downright vulgar. I wish you wouldn't talk in that way. If you have no respect for yourself and your ancient family, you ought to remember your daughter." "I'm sure I'm not doing the colleen any harm," said the Squire. "That you never could, father," replied Nora, with a burst of enthusiasm. Mrs. O'Shanaghgan surveyed her coldly. "Go upstairs and help Terence to pack his things," she said; and Nora left the room. The next day the travelers departed. As soon as they were gone Mrs. O'Shanaghgan sent for Nora to come and sit in the room with her. "I have been thinking during the night how terribly neglected you are," she said; "you are not getting the education which a girl in your position ought to receive. You learn nothing now." "Oh, mother, my education is supposed to be finished," answered Nora. "Finished indeed!" said Mrs. O'Shanaghgan. |
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