She laughed and sang,
and grew younger with every passing day. As youth surged back,
with it returned roundness of form, freshness of face, and that
bred the desire to be daintily dressed. So of pretty light
fabrics she made many summer dresses, for wear mourning she would
not.
When calmness returned to Mary, she had told the Dolans the whole
story. "Now do you ixpict me to grieve for the man?" she asked.
"Fiftane years with him, through his lying tongue, whin by ivery
right of our souls and our bodies, Dannie Micnoun and I belanged
to each other. Mourn for him! I'm glad he's dead! Glad! Glad! If
he had not died, I should have killed him, if Dannie did not! It
was a happy thing that he died. His death saved me mortal sin.
I'm glad, I tell you, and I do not forgive him, and I niver will,
and I hope he will burn----"
Katy Dolan clapped her hand over Mary's mouth. "For the love of
marcy, don't say that!" she cried. "You will have to confiss it,
and you'd be ashamed to face the praste."
"I would not," cried Mary. "Father Michael knows I'm just an
ordinary woman, he don't ixpict me to be an angel." But she left
the sentence unfinished.
After Mary's cabin was arranged to her satisfaction, they
attacked Dannie's; emptying it, cleaning it completely, and
refurnishing it from the best of the things that had been in
both.
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