Jinks, on the present occasion, glances
passed more than once; and when--O'Brallaghan not appearing--Mr. Jinks
rode away from the shop of the dastard, in dignified disgust, he
directed the steps of Fodder, cautiously and gently, around the
corner, and stopped before the door of Mistress O'Calligan's lodging.
The lamented O'Calligan was gone to that bourne which we all know of,
and his widow now supported herself and the two round, dirty-faced
young gentlemen who had choked themselves in their astonishment
at Ralph, by taking in washing and ironing, to which she added,
occasionally, the occupation and mystery of undergarment construction.
Thanks to these toils, Mistress O'Calligan, who was yet young and
handsome, and strong and healthy, had amassed a very snug little sum
of money, which she had invested in a garden, numerous pigs, chickens,
and other things; and, in the neighborhood, this lady was regarded
as one destined to thrive in the world; and eventually bring to the
successor of the lamented O'Calligan, not only her fair self, and
good-humored smile included, but also no contemptible portion of this
world's goods.
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