The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. I (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The young girl leaned her head on her hand, and appeared to have fallen
into a deep train of thought; for she never noticed old Catty's remarks,
nor, indeed, seemed conscious of her presence for some time. “Catty,”
said she, at length, and in a voice of unusually calm earnestness,
“never talk to me of these things; they only fret me; they set me a
thinking of Heaven knows what longings,--for a home that should be more
like a real home than this, though God knows my uncle is all that I
could wish in kindness and affection; but--but--”
She stopped, and her lip quivered, and her eyes grew heavy-looking; and
then, with a kind of struggle against her emotions, she added gayly,
“Come and show me the dairy, Catty. I want to see all those fine things
in Wedgewood-ware that you got while we were away, and then we 'll
have a peep at the calves, and by that time it will be the hour for my
levee.”
“Faix, miss,” said the old woman, “they 're all here already. The news
soon spread that you came over this morning, and you 'll have a great
assembly.”
“I'll not keep them waiting, then,” said Mary; and, so saying, she
left the room, and proceeding by many passages and corridors, at length
reached a remote part of the building which once had formed part of the
ancient edifice. A suite of low-ceiled rooms here opened upon a small
grassy enclosure, all of which had been appropriated by Mary to her
own use. One was a little library or study, neatly but very modestly
furnished; adjoining it was her office, where she transacted all
business matters; and beyond that again was a large chamber, whose sole
furniture consisted in a row of deal presses against the walls, and a
long table or counter which occupied the middle of the room. Two large
windows opening to the floor lighted the apartment; and no sooner had
Mary thrown these wide, than a burst of salutations and greetings arose
from a dense and motley crowd assembled on the grass outside, and who
stood, sat, or lay in every possible attitude and grouping, their faces
all turned towards the window where she was standing.
With true native volubility they poured out not only their welcomings,
but a number of interjectional flatteries, supposed not to be audible by
her on whom they commented; and thus her hair, her eyes, her teeth, her
complexion, even her foot, were praised with an enthusiasm of admiration
that might have shamed more polished worshippers.
These muttered eulogies continued as the young girl was occupied
unlocking drawers and presses, and placing upon the table several books
and papers, as well as a small scale and weights,--preparations all
equally the source of fruitful observation.
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