Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent - The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton
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Indeed such a terrible day I've seldom seen, for many years."
"Faith, it's good to have a dry roof over our heads, and a warm fire before us, at any rate. There's many a poor half-drowned devil in the fair, would give a trifle to change places with us; there is, upon my credit." In a few minutes the refreshments came in, much to the satisfaction of the parties, who felt a strong sense of comfort, on contrasting the warmth of their snug little room with the uproar of the storm that raged without, and spent its fury upon the cold, bleak, and almost deserted streets. "I am glad, indeed, Mr. M'Loughlin," continued his companion, "that I happened to meet with you to-day--you and I are now neighbors, and surely we ought to live like neighbors." "Well," replied M'Loughlin dryly, "and don't we do so? You haven't found me troublesome as a neighbor, have you? Eh, Val, my man?" "No," said the other, "certainly I have--upon my credit I haven't, an' that's what I complain of; neither you nor your family associate with me or mine." "Tut, Val, man," replied M'Loughlin, still in the same dry, ironical tone as before, "surely it's not long since you came to march us. It's only two years and a half since you wormed out the O'Hagans, then the farm lay near two years idle--ay--why, man, you're not four months our neighbor yet." |
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