"In God's name, what ails my child?
O Mave, Mave, my darlin', what's come over you?
Blessed mother of marcy, what blood is this?
_Achora, machree_, Mave, spake to! me--to the mother that 'ud go distracted, an' that will, too, if anything's wrong wid you.

It was cruel in you, Jerry, to spake to; her so harsh as you did, an' to take her to task before a sthranger in such a cuttin' manner.

Saiver of Airth, Mave, darlin', won't you spake to me, to your own mother ?"' "Maybe I did spake to her too severely," said the father, now relenting, "an' if I did, may God forgive me; for sure you know, Bridget, I wouldn't injure a hair of my darlin's head.

But this blood! this blood! oh, where did it come from ?" Her weakness, however, proved of but short duration, and their apprehension was soon calmed.

Mave looked around her rather wildly, and no sooner had her eyes rested on Donnel Dhu than she shrieked aloud, and turning her face away from him, with something akin to fear and horror, she flung herself into her mother's arms, exclaiming, as she hid her face in her bosom: "Oh save me from that man; don't let! him near me; don't let him touch me.