When she hfted her face, I saw that it was much
wasted, and that her fine eyes had got a restless uneasy look
in them. Suddenly this ceased, and they Ut up with the
old intelligence. For half an instant I thought it was at
the sight of me, but she did not even see me. It was on
Dennis O'Moore that her eyes were bent, and they never
moved as she struggled to her feet, and gazed anxiously at
his face, his cap, and his seafaring clothes, whilst, for his
part, Dennis gazed almost as wildly at her. At last she
spoke :

" God save ye. Squire ! Has the old counthry come to
this } Is the O'Moore an alien, and all ? "

" No, no. Pm the Squire's son,'* said Dennis. " But
tell me quick, woman, what are you to Barney Barton ? "

" Barney is it ? Sure he was brother to me, as who
knows better than your honour ? "

" T>'\6,you live with us, too ? "

" I did, acushla. In the heighth of ease and comfort,
and done nothin' for it. Wasn't I the big fool to be
marryin' so early, not knowin' when I was well off ! "

" I know. Barney has told me. A Cork man, your
husband, wasn't he ? A lazy, drunken, ill-natured rascal
of a fellow."

" That's him, your honour ! "

"Well, you're quit of him long since. And, as your
son's in New York, and all I have left of Barney is
you "

" She doesn't hear you, Dennis."

I interrupted him, because in his impetuosity he had
not noticed that the Wcindering look had come back over



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