The Story of Bawn

ng at each other while Richard Daw

og has bitten me?" he shouted, as

o's collar to restrain her. "You sh

d burst into a great roar of laugh

gentleman's kisses. There, my dear, get rid of your dog. I don't want to kick her brains out as I could easily do, and as she deserves to have done f

at him with the horror I felt

ery pretty fellow. In fact, I'm pestered with the women. I assure you I really am, my dear. And so you won't give me a kiss of your own f

all never

many ladies in this county wouldn't give me a kiss if

strange thing how women, both gentle and simple, were in many cases attracted by the coarse good looks and insolent, swaggering way of Richard

ess afraid of him, although my detestation o

anger had gone out of his face, although the blood still trickled

me pass, ple

for his easy insolence! "I want to hea

ing," I

at come fluttering into my hands and cling to me when I no longer desire them. Upon my word, I like you the better for

his pocket and drew o

ribbon. It can't make you prettier, but m

o so and it fell on the ground and rolled away into a heap of dead leaves. No matter what hap

, his eyebrows raised in a

nd the colour fla

re have they been hiding you? I had no idea, till I saw you the other day at the Creamery, that there was anything so pretty hereabouts. I generally find out what there is delectable in the way of fem

nd perhaps before I came back he would be gone again on his travels, for I had always heard that he was wild and a rover and could not be persuaded to settle down and live at Damerstown although his f

have of themselves. They were fine London ladies, my dear, the sort that play cards all night, and motor all da

rd in his favour-that he was fond of his old mother, a good-natured, homely, kindly body, people said, wh

t look at th

hy not

did not like their way of speak

lled me. When I had answered he turned round and l

ghter of a hundred earls! And Miss Moxon, just as high born and just as fast! How ama

I answered him. "And no

u go. But I feel myself a poor-spirited fellow for it. Do you know th

ass, which at first I hesitated to do, fearing that

to guess at this feeling of min

say that Dick Dawson's word isn't as good as his bond; and his bond is worth a good

s rude to me again my poor dog should protect me as she had done before. But after all there was no necessity, for with a

bolt into its place, but it had been unused for years and I could not move it, so I let it be. And now it was twilight in the dark woods but I felt at home, and