Charles O'Malley — Volume 2 by Charles James Lever
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"'All right,' said I; 'go ahead.' "And so we did, till we came in sight of a small candle that burned dimly at a distance from us. "'Make for the light,' said I; but just as I said so Shaugh slipped and fell flat on the flagway. The noise of his fall sent up a hundred echoes in the silent building, and terrified us both dreadfully. After a minute's pause, by one consent we turned and made for the door, falling almost at every step, and frightened out of our senses, we came tumbling together into the porch, and out in the street, and never drew breath till we reached the barracks. Meanwhile let me return to Mrs. Rogers. The dear old lady, who had passed an awful time since she left the ball, had just rallied out of a fainting fit when we took to our heels; so after screaming and crying her best, she at last managed to open the top of the chair, and by dint of great exertions succeeded in forcing the door, and at length freed herself from bondage. She was leisurely groping her way round it in the dark, when her lamentations, being heard without, woke up the old sexton of the chapel,--for it was there we placed her,--who, entering cautiously with a light, no sooner caught a glimpse of the great black sedan and the figure beside it than he also took to his heels, and ran like a madman to the priest's house. "'Come, your reverence, come, for the love of marcy! Sure didn't I see him myself! Oh, wirra, wirra!' "'What is it, ye ould fool?' said M'Kenny. "'It's Father Con Doran, your reverence, that was buried last week, and |
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