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"
Being
a
Galwegian
myself
,
my
judgment
might
not
be
reliable
;
but
if
you
will
condescend
to
accept
Phelim
's
hospitality
for
half-an-hour
,
he
will
,
no
doubt
,
give
you
an
opportunity
of
judging
for
yourself
.
"
"
I
should
be
delighted
.
'
Tis
something
so
new
.
Let
papa
and
the
rest
of
them
wait
.
There
are
plenty
of
ladies
without
me
;
or
the
gentlemen
may
amuse
themselves
by
tracing
up
our
tracks
.
'
Twill
be
as
good
a
horse
hunt
as
they
are
likely
to
have
.
Now
,
sir
,
I
'm
ready
to
accept
your
hospitality
.
"
"
There
's
not
much
to
offer
you
,
I
fear
.
Phelim
has
been
several
days
by
himself
,
and
as
he
's
but
an
indifferent
hunter
,
his
larder
is
likely
to
be
low
.
'
Tis
fortunate
you
had
finished
luncheon
before
the
stampede
.
"
It
was
not
Phelim
's
larder
that
was
leading
Louise
Poindexter
out
of
her
way
,
nor
yet
the
desire
to
listen
to
his
Connemara
pronunciation
.
It
was
not
curiosity
to
look
at
the
jacalé
of
the
mustanger
;
but
a
feeling
of
a
far
more
irresistible
kind
,
to
which
she
was
yielding
,
as
if
she
believed
it
to
be
her
fate
!
*
*
*
She
paid
a
visit
to
the
lone
hut
,
on
the
Alamo
;
she
entered
under
its
roof
;
she
scanned
with
seeming
interest
its
singular
penates
;
and
noted
,
with
pleased
surprise
,
the
books
,
writing
materials
,
and
other
chattels
that
betokened
the
refinement
of
its
owner
;
she
listened
with
apparent
delight
to
the
palthogue
of
the
Connemara
man
,
who
called
her
a
"
coleen
bawn
;
"
she
partook
of
Phelim
's
hospitality
--
condescendingly
tasting
of
everything
offered
,
except
that
which
was
most
urgently
pressed
upon
her
,
"
a
dhrap
of
the
crayther
,
drawn
fresh
from
the
dimmyjan
;
"
and
finally
made
her
departure
from
the
spot
,
apparently
in
the
highest
spirits
.
Alas
!
her
delight
was
short-lived
:
lasting
only
so
long
as
it
was
sustained
by
the
excitement
of
the
novel
adventure
.
As
she
recrossed
the
flower
prairie
,
she
found
time
for
making
a
variety
of
reflections
;
and
there
was
one
that
chilled
her
to
the
very
core
of
her
heart
.
Was
it
the
thought
that
she
had
been
acting
wrongly
in
keeping
her
father
,
her
brother
,
and
friends
in
suspense
about
her
safety
?
Or
had
she
become
conscious
of
playing
a
part
open
to
the
suspicion
of
being
unfeminine
?
Not
either
.
The
cloud
that
darkened
her
brow
in
the
midst
of
that
blossoming
brightness
,
was
caused
by
a
different
,
and
far
more
distressing
,
reflection
