"The interrogator paused; a storm of passion seemed slowly
gathering within him. Presently he asked in a loud tone, 'What
does this mean? Was there no place to vent your nonsense in, but
in this room, and at prayers?'
"Dennis was silent. He cast an imploring look at the master, then
at the mistress.
"'What is the matter, good Dennis?' asked the lady, in a kind
tone. 'Compose yourself, and tell us. Something strange must have
happened to you.'
"Dennis trembled violently; but he advanced a couple of paces,
seized the back of a chair as if to support him, and, after a
vain gasp or two, declared, as intelligibly as fear would permit,
that the prayer had overcome him.
"'Nonsense, man!' exclaimed the master, with fury in the same
face, which was so lately beaming with joy on the children.
'Nonsense! Speak out without more ado, or you shall rue it.'
"Dennis looked to the mistress as if he would have implored her
intercession; but as she gave no sign of it, he was compelled to
speak; but in a brogue that would have been unintelligible to
English ears. We therefore translate it:
"'I could not help thinking of the poor people at Rathbeg, when
the soldiers and police cried, "Down with them! down with them,
even to the ground!" and then the poor bit cabins came down all
in fire and smoke, amid the howls and cries of the poor creatures.
"'Oh! it was a fearful sight, your honour—it was, indeed—to
see the poor women hugging their babies, and the houses where
they were born burning in the wind. It was dreadful to see the
old bedridden man lie on the wet ground among the few bits of
furniture, and groan to his gracious God above. Oh, your honour!
you never saw such a sight, or—you—sure a—it would never have
been done!'
"Dennis seemed to let the last words out as if they were jerked
from him by a sudden shock.
"The master, whose face had changed during this speech to a livid
hue of passion, his eyes blazing with rage, was in the act of
rushing on old Dennis, when he was held back by his wife, who
exclaimed, 'Oswald! be calm; let us hear what Dennis has to say.
Go on, Dennis, go on.'
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