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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

O’Rourke had a son, an only one, who promised to sustain or even raise the reputation of the clan, for the youth knew not what it was to blench before flesh and blood—his feet were over foremost, in the wolf-hunt or the foray, and in agility, in valour, or in vigour, none within the compass of a long day’s travel could stand in comparison with young Connor O’Rourke.
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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

He needed not to finish the sentence, for down at the word it came, striking helpless the youth’s right arm, and shivering the frail timber of the boat, which filled at once, and all went down. For an instant an arm re-appeared, feebly beating the water in vain—it was the young chief’s broken one: the other held his Norah in its embrace, as was seen by her white dress flaunting for a few moments on and above the troubled surface.
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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

Beautiful indignation lightened from the dark eyes and sat on the pouting lip of Norah M’Diarmod—for it was the chieftain’s daughter—as she turned disdainfully towards him.
“Is it the bravery of an O’Rourke to hunt a woman with his dogs? Young chief, you stand upon the ground of M’Diarmod, and your name from the lips of her”—she stopped, for she had time to glance again upon his features, and had no longer heart to upbraid one who owned a countenance so handsome and so gallant, so eloquent of embarrassment as well as admiration.
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