Enchantment [antikvár]

Részlet: I ONCE UPON A TIME "Put the saddle on the grey mare," said the old cook, " and go down into the street for the doctor." " What'11 I be doin' if 'tis the way he's not inside ?" asked the boy. " If ye don't find him in twenty minutes there'll be a corpse is to be buried," said she—" and maybe a child with it. Shure, she's asking the Lord God mightn't she be dead already; and I dunno, if I was the Lord God me-self, wouldn't I listen to her. Isn't it the tenth she's had, and she not givin' an aisy birth to one of them. Yirra ! will ye go now, and not stand listenin' to me talking. I dunno what I'm saying at all, and that's the way with me. Put the saddle on the grey mare, for the love of God, and go down like a shtreak for the doctor." Feeling in all possibility that she would say more, she walked out of the kitchen, wiping the perspiration off her face with her apron, and knocked at the dining-room door. It was near midnight, but there was a voice to answer her. To the incoherent sounds that it uttered, she entered. In a leather armchair, before a log and peat fire that was burnt to red and grey ashes, there reclined a man, not more than forty years of age. Insecurely in his hand he held a tumbler of punch, on which the rind of lemon floated near the edge and threatened to overflow. On the table beside him stood a black bottle of whisky, a bowl of sugar, and the half-peeled lemon from which he 9