They hung pictures,
prints, and lithographs, and curtained the windows in dainty white.
They covered the floors with bright carpets, and placed new
ornaments on the mantle, and comfortable furniture in the rooms.
There was a white iron bed, and several rocking chairs, and a shelf
across the window filled with potted hyacinths in bloom. Among them
stood a glass bowl, containing three wonderful little gold fish,
and from the top casing hung a brass cage, from which a green
linnet sang an exultant song.
You should have seen Mary Malone! When everything was finished, she
was changed the most of all. She was so sure of Dannie, that while
the winter had brought annoyance that he did not come, it really
had been one long, glorious rest. 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.
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