This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...by the well in the old keep of Kilmore--that wonderful spring that Clenane boasted as the finest in the barony--could not, as he had told Valentine Blythe time and again, "do with the drinking at all." To sip a glass of port at the end of a meal was as much as he could bring himself to. "I can't bear the stuff ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...by the well in the old keep of Kilmore--that wonderful spring that Clenane boasted as the finest in the barony--could not, as he had told Valentine Blythe time and again, "do with the drinking at all." To sip a glass of port at the end of a meal was as much as he could bring himself to. "I can't bear the stuff," he repeated, with a jerk of his head at the big bottle, "but I don't mind this." Sir Timothy gave his full-throated laugh. "Hear that, Darcy? My lad here does not mind my Sixty-Three. Nay, now"--he laid his palm on Kilmore's knee affectionately--"you're a wise man. You'll never have a hand like this." He lifted his great fist, and it was plain to see that it shook. "You'll not believe it," he went on, "but I can still do my day with the best of them--can't I, Darcy? But it takes me a couple of goes of brandy to steady myself in the morning. Odd thing, that... But fact, you know. Hair of the dog. Ah, my boy " Sir Timothy leant back in his chair, his immense white waistcoat spreading like a turbot, and let his eyes rest on the youth beside him with fond melancholy, an emotion in which that half magnum had certainly some share. "Deuce take me, but I envy you. You've got it all still, and you're canny. You're wise, I say. You won't fling it away. And to beat all you've bought Sally-the-Lass! Did jou know that, Darcy? He's bought Sally-the-Lass." It would not have been human nature, especially such young human nature as Shane's, not to be flattered. Colonel Darcy drew his chair nearer with an interested smile. "The most promising filly of the year, I'm told," he said, "by Robert-the-Devil, out of Duchess Sarah, isn't she? Ought to do well, what?" "He's not going to race her," grumbled Sir Timothy. "What!" ejaculated the Guardsman in quite...
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Near Fine in Near Fine jacket. First edition. Some spotting on the boards else near fine in very near fine dustwrapper with a couple of smudges on the white spine. Irish peasant is risen to great position in England, must return to his true love.
