“Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. He turned to Ruth and McClintock. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. And now, let's see who'll refuse the pledge. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. ‘Maman?’ ‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French.
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