Willy Reilly: The Works of William Carleton, Volume OneCarleton, William
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Willy Reilly: The Works of William Carleton, Volume One
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Yes, O'Donnel; and a rebel and an outlaw of my own making, which is the
best of it. The fellow might have lain there, concocting his treason,
long enough, only for my vigilance. However, it's all right. The
government, to which I have rendered such important services, will stand
by me, and fetch me out of the burning--that is, if there has been any
transgression of the law in it. The Papists are privately recruiting for
the French service, and that is felony; Reilly also was recruiting for
the French service--was he not?”
“He offered me a commission, sir.”
“Very good; that's all right, but can you prove that?”
“Why, I can swear it, Sir Robert.”
“Better still. But do you think he is in the country, O'Donnel?”
“I would rather swear he is, sir, than that he is not. He won't lave her
aisily.”
“Who do you mean by her, sir?”
“I would rather not name her, your honor, in connection with the
vagabond.”
“That's delicate of you, O'Donnel; I highly approve of your sentiment.
Here, have a glass of wine.”
“Thank you, Sir Robert; but have you any brandy, sir? My tongue is as
dry as a stick, wid that glorious bonfire we had; but, besides, sir, I
wish to drink success to you in all your undertakings. A happy marriage,
sir!” and he accompanied the words with a ferocious grin.
“You shall have one glass of brandy, O'Donnel, but no more. I wish you
to deliver a letter for me to-night. It is to the sheriff, who dines
with Lord ------, a friend of mine; and I wish you to deliver it at his
lordship's house, where you will be sure to find him. The letter is of
the greatest importance, and you will take care to deliver it safely. No
answer by you is required. He was out to-day, levying fines from Popish
priests, and a heavy one from the Popish bishop, and I do not think,
with a large sum of money about him, that he will go home to-night.
Here is the letter. I expect he will call on me in the morning, to
breakfast--at least I have asked him, for we have very serious business
to discuss.”
The Rapparee took the letter, finished his glass of brandy, and
disappeared to fulfil his commission.
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