"I know Kathleen, however," he would say; "I know her truth, her good
sense, and her affection; and, whatever the world may say, she won't
follow its example and condemn me without a hearing. I will see her
tomorrow and explain all to her. Father," he added, "will you ask Dora
if she will walk with me to the Long-shot Meadow? I think a stroll round
it will do me good. I haven't altogether recovered my strength yet."
"To be sure I will go with you, Bryan," said the bright-eyed and
affectionate sister; "to be sure I will; it's on my way to Gerald
Cavanagh's; and I'm going down to see how they are, and to know if
something I heard about them is thrue. I want to satisfy myself; but
they musn't get on their high horse with me, I can tell them."
"You never doubted me, Dora," said Bryan, as they went along--"you never
supposed for a moment that I could"--he paused. "I know," he added,
"that it doesn't look well; but you never supposed that I acted from
treachery, or deceit, or want of affection or respect for my religion?
You don't suppose that what all the country is ringin' with--that I took
a bribe or made a bargain with Vanston--is true?"
"Why do you ask me such questions?" she replied. "You acted on the spur
of the minute; and I say, afther what you heard from the landlord and
agent, if you had voted for him you'd be a mane, pitiful hound, unworthy
of your name and family.
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