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The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine

CHAPTER VII
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That's what I'd say if I was angry; but I'm not angry.

I do feel for you an' them; still I can't afford to do what you want, or I'd do it, for I like to do good for evil, bad as I am.

I'm strivin' to make up my rent an' to pay an unlucky bill that I have due to-morrow, and doesn't know where the money's to come from to meet both." "Mave Sullivan, achora, what can I--" Mrs.Dalton, from her position in the room, could not have noticed the presence of Mave Sullivan, but even had she been placed otherwise, it would have been somewhat difficult to get a glimpse of the young creature's face.

Deeply did she participate in the sympathy which was felt for the mother of her mother, and so naturally delicate were her feelings, that she had drawn up the hood of her cloak, lest the other might have felt the humiliation to which Mave's presence must have exposed her by the acknowledgment of her distress.

Neither was this all the gentle and generous girl had to suffer.


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