The Death-Flag Volume 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ... Litanies, she would drop her rosary and sway her body backwards and forwards with a slow, monotonous movement, covering her face with her hands as if to exclude external objects. The solemn night-wind swept in fitful gusts around the Castle, but, as yet, so gently that it sounded like what we might imagine would be the sighs of departed Spirits, if permitted to witness and to mourn over the sorrows and the errors of the loved on earth. Eva Dillon's eyes seemed to dwell abstractedly on the silver-tinted clouds that, every moment changing their picturesque shapes, flitted athwart the sky, which was gradually assuming a more lowering aspect. "An' what is ma Colleen thinkin' iv 1 Is it o' the purty klipstick they've putt us in, bad luck to 'em an' more's the pity?" ejaculated Norah, in a deep whisper, as suddenly she withdrew her hands from her dark, earnest eyes, and fixed them inquiringly and full of melancholy meaning on her young companion. Eva Dillon smiled faintly, as looking down with sweet affection she replied-- Dilemma. "Dear Nurse, I have been trying to divert my mind from present misery by dwelling on the happy past My thoughts just now were with the Edith O'Moore of former days, with Lord Ogilvie, the dear companion of our youth, and with her who has been as the fondest Mother unto me. Dost remember all the pretty German legends Lady Tullibardine used to tell against your Irish ones?" she added, trying to recover her spirits, and affectionately stroking back the elfin locks which had escaped beneath the white coif that had confined them. "Well, Nurse mine, the dark, majestic scene around us--the wind which is rising into wild mountain-music every moment--that crested precipice fringed with tall fir-trees silvered by the Moon's...