Irish Diamonds, or, a Chronicle of Peterstown

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: yon and Father Murphy, I should like to see them. And pray do not forget to send up the young man Molina this evening. After I have seen and heard him, I shonld like to consult with you upon the matter, that it may be arranged as soon as possible. Good morning. CHAPTER Yin. His honour rooted in dishonour...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: yon and Father Murphy, I should like to see them. And pray do not forget to send up the young man Molina this evening. After I have seen and heard him, I shonld like to consult with you upon the matter, that it may be arranged as soon as possible. Good morning. CHAPTER Yin. His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. Tennyson. Surprised, baffled, disappointed, put out; all those seething and boiling interior emotions which the thwarting of a strong will and passions stirs up in the depths of the heart were clamouring for an outlet, as Moylan turned his steps from my lord's study and crossed the hall. So he, the puppet, the soft, easy-going, pleasure-loving tool, turned this way and that by the sister or by himself, had become in a few hours transformed into a master, asserting a will and opinion of his own He was going, forsooth, to look into his own affairs, and to investigate matters with his own eyes and brains. A pretty kettle of fish if he did How was he to be drawn off ? upon what false scent ? Oh, the devil take it all Seized by a sharp pang of irritation and perplexity, the agent, thrown off his usual waryguard, uttered this comprehensive blessing aloud; and the moment he had done so, was made aware of the presence and close attention of the solemn butler in crimson and powder, who, without changing a muscle of his London face, said slowly, Miss Powderhouse desires to speak to you in the morning room, if you please, Mr. Moylan. This door, sir. Well, the devil is certainly at hand to help his own was Moylan's instantaneous reflection; but this time he kept his thoughts to himself. He followed the solemn butler, reduced to the respectful calm of his ordinary demeanour. I wonder if he...