Wherever we went over the province, this you know was our
headquarters. Here's where all belongin' to us--I mane that ever died a
natural death, or drew their last breath in the counthry--rests, an' I'd
not like to go far from it."
"Let what will happen," said Philip, with an oath, "I'd lose my right
arm before Bryan M'Mahon puts a ring on Kathleen."
"I can tell you that Hycy has no notion of marry in' her, thin," said
Kate.
"How do you know that?" asked her husband.
"I've a little bird that tells me," she replied.
"Gerald Cavanagh an' his wife doesn't think so," said Philip. "They and
Jemmy Burke has the match nearly made."
"They may make the match," said Kate, "but it's more than they'll be
able to do to make the marriage. Hycy's at greater game, I tell you; but
whether he is or not, I tell you again that Bryan M'Mahon will have her
in spite of all opposition."
"May be not," said Phats; "Hycy will take care o' that; he has him set;
he'll work him a charm; he'll take care that Bryan won't be long in a
fit way to offer himself as a match for her."
"More power to him in that," said Philip; "if he makes a beggarman of
him he may depend on us to the back-bone."
"Have no hand in injurin' Bryan M'Mahon," said Kate. "Keep him from
marryin' Kathleen if you like, or if you can; but, if you're wise, don't
injure the boy.
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