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Valentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent

CHAPTER VIII
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Put this man out with the rest." This was accordingly done, but as in the case of his companions, the gun for the present was retained.
"See now," she proceeded, still in Irish, "what the hand of a weak woman can do, when her heart is strengthened by God, against cruelty and oppression.

What made that strong man weak in my grasp?
Because he knew that the weakness of the widow was his shame--the touch of her hand took away his strength; and what had he within or about him to depend upon?
could he look in upon his wicked heart, and be strong?
could he look upon the darkness of a bad conscience, and be strong?
could he look on me--upon my dead husband, and his bed of death, and be strong?
No--and above all, could he look up to the Almighty God in heaven, and be strong--no--no--no--but from all these I gained strength--for surely, surely, I had it not in myself!" She uttered these sentiments with wonderful energy, and indeed, from the fire in her eye, and the flush of her cheek, it was evident she was highly excited.

Father Roche, who had been engaged, and indeed, had enough to do in keeping the poor child quiet and aloof from the fray, especially from his mother--now entreated that she would endeavor to compose herself, as she had reason to thank God, he said, that neither she herself nor her resolute defenders had sustained any personal injury.

She did not seem to have heard him--for on looking on the body of her husband she almost bounded over to the bed, and kneeling down rapturously, and in a spirit of enthusiastic triumph, kissed his lips.
"Now, my husband," said she, "we have fought and gained the victory--no insult did you get--no dishonor on your lowly bed where you're sleepin' your last sleep.

Hugh, do you know, asthore, how the wife of your heart fought for you?
Your own poor, weak, sorrowful, heart-broken, but loving wife, that was as feeble as an infant this mornin'! But who gave her the strength to put down a strong and wicked man'?
The God--the good God--and to him be the glory!--in whose bosom you are now happy.


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