I always did. Just life
and living tell me things, and maybe, too, the Irish in me that father
was."
"It's so odd. You're such a mixture of fun and fancy, at least you
always have been; but there's something new in you these days. Kitty,
you make me afraid--yes, you make your mother afraid. After what you
said the other day about Mr. Crozier I've had bad nights, and I get
nervous thinking."
Kitty suddenly got up, put her arm round her mother and kissed her.
"You needn't be afraid of me, mother. If there'd been any real danger,
I wouldn't have told you. Mr. Crozier's away, and when he comes back
he'll find his wife here, and there's the end of everything. If there'd
been danger, it would have been settled the night before he went away.
I kissed him that night as he was sleeping out there under the trees."
Mrs. Tynan sat down weakly and fanned herself with her apron. "Oh, oh,
oh, dear Lord!" she said. "I'm not afraid to tell you anything I ever
did, mother," declared Kitty firmly; "though I'm not prepared to tell you
everything I've felt. I kissed him as he slept. He didn't wake, he just
lay there sleeping--sleeping." A strange, distant, dreaming look came
into her eyes. She smiled like one who saw a happy vision, and an eerie
expression stole into her face.
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