“Oh! but I do—why not?”
“But you don’t mane, Anty, that you wouldn’t like to have some kind of work to do—some occupation, like?”
“Why, I wouldn’t like to be idle; but a person needn’t be idle because they’re quiet.”
“And that’s thrue, Anty.” And Martin broke down again.
“There’d be a great crowd in chapel, I suppose?” said Anty.
“There was a great crowd.”
“And what was father Geoghegan preaching about?”
“Well, then, I didn’t mind. To tell the truth, Anty, I came out most as soon as the preaching began; only I know he told the boys to pray that the liberathor might be got out of his throubles; and so they should—not that there’s much to throuble him, as far as the verdict’s concerned.”
“Isn’t there then? I thought they made him out guilty?”
“So they did, the false ruffians: but what harum ’ll that do? they daren’t touch a hair of his head!”