” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough.
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