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Valentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent

CHAPTER IX
20/23

'Now, you cowardly scoundrel,' he added, 'let that teach you not to speak of any respectable female in such a tone, or to claim an acquaintance where you have it not.'" "Never mind, my good fellow," said Phil, "I'll make you smoke for this." "You know where I'm to be found," said James, "and your remedy too; but you haven't the spirit to take it like a man--and so I leave you with the white feather in your cap." This anecdote for various reasons distressed Mary beyond relief.

It increased her detestation of young M'Clutchy to the highest possible pitch, and rendered the very thought of him doubly odious to her heart.
Her understanding became bewildered, and for a while she knew not what she said or did.

Taking a candle and attempting to conceal her agitation, she withdrew again to her own room, where she sat for nearly half an hour endeavoring to shape her tumultuous thoughts into something of clearness and order.
M'Loughlin's brow, however, after her departure, still remained clouded.
"Misfortunes they say," said he, "never come single; here is our lease out, and we will not get a renewal notwithstanding the fine we offered--and to mend the matter some good friend has spread a report that the firm of M'Loughlin and Harman is unsafe.

Our creditors are coming down upon us fast--but it's the way of the world, every one striving to keep himself safe.

If these men were not set upon us by some coward in the dark there would be neither loss nor risk to them nor to us; but if they press on us out of the usual course, I fear we won't be able to stand it.


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