The Two Chiefs of Dunboy; Or, a Irish Romance of the Last Century (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... It must have been Maurice Connell that stood by him. Dan is with me at this moment, and is like an own brother to me. No better lad breathes than Dan, and Maurice is the twin to him. Sylvester will have come to speak with me about my poor mother that is gone. He'll be bringing me some word from her, it is likely. God rest her soul Kith and kin hold fast when other ties are broken. Mother, sister, the old place, the old days How clear and bright the picture of it all hangs in the memory, when all else is gone to dust and vapour." chapter iv. A Whistle from the window summoned Dennis from the stairs below the garden. Receiving a brief order, he paddled back to his vessel, and presently reappeared, bringing his guest, or his prisoner, for he more nearly resembled the latter, along with him. The look of the man as he was introduced into the room, entirely justified the ill opinion of him which Blake, notwithstanding Morty's protestations, evidently continued to entertain. He was an undersized, mean-looking being, perhaps sixty years old, and he appeared more abject than he really was, from the manner in which he carried himself. Dennis had wrapped him in a pilot ccat, which was too large for him, and came almost to the ground. Only half his countenance was visible above the collar, as if the rest was afraid to show itself, and his feet shuffled about in his heavy sea-boots like shrivelled nuts in their shells. His hair, which in spite of his age was still coal black, fell straight and thin over his forehead. His features, once clearly and delicately cut, had become shapeless and unmeaning. His mouth was a slit or gash across the face, and lips he had none. His eyes of greenishbrown were vacant and lustreless, as if staring into space, and seeing nothing, and only ...