"
* Alluding to the practice of putting on the black cap when
the Judge condemns a felon to death.
"Come, Mr. O'Finigan," said James, approaching him, "you must have
another glass."
"Well no, James," he replied, "I think not."
"Faith, but I say you will; if it was only to hear what Dora--hem--what
Bryan said.
"Very well," said the master, allowing him to take the glass which he
received again brimming, "thanks, James."
"'Well,' said Bryan, lettin' go my collar, 'blame any one you like;
blame me, blame Vanston, blame Chevydale, Fethertonge, anybody,
everybody, the Priest, the Bishop, the Pope,--but don't dare to blame
Kathleen Cavanagh.'
"'Why,' said I, 'has she been right in her condemnation of you?'
"'She has,' he replied, with a warmth of enthusiasm which lit up his
whole features; 'she has done nothing but what was right. She just acted
as she ought, and all I can say is, that I know I'm not worthy of her,
and never was. God bless her!'
"'And don't let me hear,' said Dora, taking up the dialogue, 'that ever
you'll mention her name wid disrespect--mark that, Mr. O'Finigan, or
it'll be worse for you a thrifle.'
"Her brother looked on her wid complacent affection, and patting her on
the head, said, 'Come, darling, don't beat him now. You see the risk you
run,' he added, as they went away, 'so don't draw down Dora's vengeance
on your head.
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