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Title: Irish ways
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Barlow, Jane, 1857?-1917
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Publisher: London : George Allen & Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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eyes on the man of the house at the soonest minute until the end of October, nor be surprised if never a foot of him came for a month after that again. However, on one stray fine day in August, thing slooked more cheerful under the mellow sunshine, and in the late afternoon she took heart to go with little Dinny—happily asleep under her shawl—and call on Mrs. Magarity. By the way she meditated much on the consolatory fact that nearly half the time of Johns absence must now be over. Mrs .Magarity receives many visits, partly because, being a kindly and conversational old woman, she is a popular person in society, and partly because she lives at the junction of two highways. So Mrs. Kiernan was not surprised to find that several of the neighbours had looked in before her, and were dispersed about the large, irregularly-shaped kitchen, the weather not being cold enough to make the fire a point of attraction. Her hostess said that she had not been next or nigh them for a month of A CALL ON MRS. MAGARITY
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JOHN THE GHOST 119 Sundays, and presently got with her into a nook where they sat discussing intimate domestic affairs a little apart from the other callers. Soon after-wards one of them, Barney OFarrell, commonly called the Hurler, took his leave, and was just dropping himself through the wall-gap back into the road, when Art Ganly came by headlong, panting as much with excitement as speed. And where might you be powderin' off to wid yourself ? demanded Barney. Art halted grudgingly, and glanced over his shoulder before he answered: Sure Im runnin me fastest to poor Mrs. Kiernans. There's the black word of bad news for her this evenin', the crathur—Johns died on her. Och to goodness, man, and what took him at all ? Divil a bit of me knows. He wasn't drownded crossin' over, thats sartin, or he wouldn't wait to come all this while. Like enough he might be after gettin' kilt on the railway, if it wasn't some manner of sickness. But who was you hearin' the news of it from ? said Barney. Art, glancing behind him

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