Get us some dinner, Bridget," he added, turning to his wife; "but, first and foremost, bring that girl into the room here till she hears what I have to say to her; and, Donnel, as you wor a witness to the disgraceful sight we seen a while agone, come in an' hear, too, what I'm goin' to say to her.

I'll have no black thraisin in my own family against my own blood, an' against the blood of my loving brother, that was so traicherously shed by that boy's father." The persons he addressed immediately passed into the cold, damp room as he spoke--Mave, the cause of all this anxiety, evidently in such a state of excitement as was pitiable.

Her mother, who, as well as every other member of the family, had been ignorant of this extraordinary attachment, seemed perfectly bewildered by the language of her husband, at whom, as at her daughter, she looked with a face on which might be read equal amazement and alarm.
Mave Sullivan was a young creature, shaped with extraordinary symmetry, and possessed of great natural grace.

Her stature was tall, and all her motions breathed; unstudied ease and harmony.

In color, her long, abundant hair was beautifully fair--precisely of that delightful shade which generally accompanies a pale but exquisitely clear and almost transparent complexion.