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She
lives
on
the
banks
of
Killarney
;
From
the
glance
of
her
eye
,
Shun
danger
and
fly
,
For
fatal
’
s
the
glance
of
Kate
Kearney
.
"
Wasn
’
t
that
nonsensical
?
We
only
stopped
at
Liverpool
a
few
hours
.
It
’
s
a
dirty
,
noisy
place
,
and
I
was
glad
to
leave
it
.
Uncle
rushed
out
and
bought
a
pair
of
dogskin
gloves
,
some
ugly
,
thick
shoes
,
and
an
umbrella
,
and
got
shaved
à
la
mutton
chop
,
the
first
thing
.
Then
he
flattered
himself
that
he
looked
like
a
true
Briton
,
but
the
first
time
he
had
the
mud
cleaned
off
his
shoes
,
the
little
bootblack
knew
that
an
American
stood
in
them
,
and
said
,
with
a
grin
,
"
There
yer
har
,
sir
.
I
’
ve
given
’
em
the
latest
Yankee
shine
.
"
It
amused
Uncle
immensely
.
Oh
,
I
must
tell
you
what
that
absurd
Lennox
did
!
He
got
his
friend
Ward
,
who
came
on
with
us
,
to
order
a
bouquet
for
me
,
and
the
first
thing
I
saw
in
my
room
was
a
lovely
one
,
with
"
Robert
Lennox
’
s
compliments
,
"
on
the
card
.
Wasn
’
t
that
fun
,
girls
?
I
like
traveling
.
I
never
shall
get
to
London
if
I
don
’
t
hurry
.
The
trip
was
like
riding
through
a
long
picture
gallery
,
full
of
lovely
landscapes
.
The
farmhouses
were
my
delight
,
with
thatched
roofs
,
ivy
up
to
the
eaves
,
latticed
windows
,
and
stout
women
with
rosy
children
at
the
doors
.
The
very
cattle
looked
more
tranquil
than
ours
,
as
they
stood
knee
-
deep
in
clover
,
and
the
hens
had
a
contented
cluck
,
as
if
they
never
got
nervous
like
Yankee
biddies
.
Such
perfect
color
I
never
saw
,
the
grass
so
green
,
sky
so
blue
,
grain
so
yellow
,
woods
so
dark
,
I
was
in
a
rapture
all
the
way
.
So
was
Flo
,
and
we
kept
bouncing
from
one
side
to
the
other
,
trying
to
see
everything
while
we
were
whisking
along
at
the
rate
of
sixty
miles
an
hour
.
Aunt
was
tired
and
went
to
sleep
,
but
Uncle
read
his
guidebook
,
and
wouldn
’
t
be
astonished
at
anything
.
This
is
the
way
we
went
on
.
Amy
,
flying
up
—
"
Oh
,
that
must
be
Kenilworth
,
that
gray
place
among
the
trees
!
"
Flo
,
darting
to
my
window
—
"
How
sweet
!
We
must
go
there
sometime
,
won
’
t
we
Papa
?
"
Uncle
,
calmly
admiring
his
boots
—
"
No
,
my
dear
,
not
unless
you
want
beer
,
that
’
s
a
brewery
.
"
A
pause
—
then
Flo
cried
out
,
"
Bless
me
,
there
’
s
a
gallows
and
a
man
going
up
.
"
"
Where
,
where
?
"
shrieks
Amy
,
staring
out
at
two
tall
posts
with
a
crossbeam
and
some
dangling
chains
.
"
A
colliery
,
"
remarks
Uncle
,
with
a
twinkle
of
the
eye
.
"
Here
’
s
a
lovely
flock
of
lambs
all
lying
down
,
"
says
Amy
.
"
See
,
Papa
,
aren
’
t
they
pretty
?
"
added
Flo
sentimentally
.
"
Geese
,
young
ladies
,
"
returns
Uncle
,
in
a
tone
that
keeps
us
quiet
till
Flo
settles
down
to
enjoy
the
Flirtations
of
Captain
Cavendish
,
and
I
have
the
scenery
all
to
myself
.
