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en he uttered the previous part of his observation, looked upon him with a flash of indignant astonishment; but when he had concluded, her countenance fell back into its original expression. It was evident that, while she, with the feelings of a woman and a mother, instituted a parallel between their personal merits alone, the husband viewed their attachment through that calculating spirit which had regulated his whole life. "You're thinkin' of her money now," she added; "but remimber, Fardorougha, that it wasn't born wid her. An' I hope, Connor, it's not for her money that you have any grah for her?" "You may swear that, mother; I love her little finger betther than all the money in the king's bank." "Connor, avich, your mother has made a fool of you, or you wouldn't spake the nonsense you spoke this minute." "My word to you, father, I'll take all the money I'll get; but what am I to do? Bodagh Buie an' his wife will never consent to allow her to marry me, I can tell you; an' if she marries me without their consent, you both know I have no way of supportin' her, except you, father, assist me." "That won't be needful, Connor; you may manage them; they won't see her want; she's an only daughter; they couldn't see her want." "An' isn't he an only son, Fardorougha?" exclaimed the wife. "An' my sowl to happiness but I believe you'd see him want." "Any way," replied her husband, "I'm not for matches against the consint of parents; they're not lucky; or can't you run away wid her, an' thin refuse marryin' her except they come down wid the cash?" "Oh, father!" exclaimed Connor, "father, father, to become a villain!" "Connor," said his mother, rising up in a spirit of calm and mournful solemnity, "never heed; go to bed, achora, go to bed." "Of coorse I'll never heed, mother," he replied; "but I can't help sayin' that, happy as I was awhile agone, my father is sendin' me to bed with a heavy heart. When I asked your advice, father, little I thought it would be to do--but no matter; I'll never be guilty of an act that 'ud disgrace my name." "No, avillish," said his mother, "you never will; God knows it's as much an' more than you an' other people can do, to keep the name we have in decency." "It's fine talk," observed Fardorougha, "but what I advise has been done by hundreds that wor married an' happy afterwards; how--an--iver you needn't get into a passion, either of you; I'm not pressin' you,' Connor,
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