Her week's amusement [electronic resource] . iA^.. OHAPTEE III. >f^?^C;AST nights stars did not shine so ?va^i brightly for nothing. They werethe heralds of a perfect day. Sucha sun! such a blue sky ! such singing ofbirds and perfume of roses. Who says Killarney is always behind acloud ? demands Carrie, with gay contempt,as she springs lightly, and with a terriblewant of caution, into the ancient and ricketyvehicle that waits to convey us all to Muck-ross Abbey. Her Weeks Amusement. 85 Need I say that in this all the belliger-ents are included ? I had tried my best all the morning toescape
Her week's amusement [electronic resource] . iA^.. OHAPTEE III. >f^?^C;AST nights stars did not shine so ?va^i brightly for nothing. They werethe heralds of a perfect day. Sucha sun! such a blue sky ! such singing ofbirds and perfume of roses. Who says Killarney is always behind acloud ? demands Carrie, with gay contempt,as she springs lightly, and with a terriblewant of caution, into the ancient and ricketyvehicle that waits to convey us all to Muck-ross Abbey. Her Weeks Amusement. 85 Need I say that in this all the belliger-ents are included ? I had tried my best all the morning toescape them, but in vain. They seemed tobe everywhere that I was, and many andvarious were the devices they employed tooutwit each other and render their pursuitof me seemingly the careless accident of themoment. At length I was finally encoun-tered, in the most unexpected (?) way in theworld, in a small passage — unfrequented asa rule — where I had erroneously believedmyself to be safe from discovery. Here Iwas run to earth by Jones and Brookebot
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