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Title: The cabinet of Irish literature; selections from the works of the chief poet, orators, and prose writers of Ireland
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Read, Charles A. (Charles Anderson), 1841-1878 Tynan, Katharine, 1861-1931 O'Connor, T. P. (Thomas Power), 1848-1929
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Publisher: London : The Gresham Publishing Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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avoid suffering the slightest sus-picions to appear; for men are stubborn beings,and when such suspicions are wantonly setafloat, they find the temptation to fiu-uishthem with a cause almost irresistible. Well, Hardress, said Eily, you are angrywith me, after all. Didnt you say you wouldforgive me ? Oh, then, Ill engage Id be verysorry to say anything, if I thought youd bethis way. I am not angry, said Hardress, in a toneof vexation. I do forgive you, he added inan accent of sharp reproof, I spoke entirelyfor your own sake. And wouldnt Hardress allow his own Eilyher little joke? Joke! exclaimed Hardress, bursting intoa sudden fit of passion which made his eyeswater, and his limbs shake as if they wouldhave sunk beneath him. Am I become thesubject of your mirth? Day after day mybrain is verging nearer and nearer to uttermadness, and do you jest on that ? Do yousee this cheek ? You count more hollows therethan when I met jou first, and does that makeyou merry? Give me your hand! Do you
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THB rHMPlATlOiN OF HAKURHSS GEEALD GRIFFIN. 203 feel how that heart beats? Is that a subject,Eily, for joke or jest? Do you think this faceturns thin and yellow for nothing? Thereare a thousand and a thousand horrid thoughtsand temptations burning within me daily, andeating my flesh away by inches. The devil islaughing at me, and Eily joins him. Oh, Hardress—Hardress !— Yes!—you have the best riglit to laugh,foryou are the gainer. Curse on you! Curse onyour beauty—curse on my own folly—for Ihave been undone by both! Let go my knees!Let go my arm! I hate you! Take the truth,Ill not be poisoned with it. I am sick of you,you have disgusted me! I wiU ease my heartby telling you the whole. If I seek the societyof other women it is because I find not amongthem youi meanness and vulgarity. If I getdrunk and make myself the beast you say, it isin the hojie to forget the iron chain that bindsme to you. Oh, Hardress! shrieked the affrightedgirl, you are not in earnest now? I am; / do

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