The Young O'Briens: Being an Account of Their Sojourn in London

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Author: Margaret Westrup ISBN: 9781465600165
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Margaret Westrup
ISBN: 9781465600165
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
Inside the hired omnibus there was a dead silence. Outside the rain lashed drearily against the window panes. From the corner where Molly sat there came a dismal, despairing sniffle, drowned, before its finish, by Denis's superlatively cheerful voice. "Sure, 'tis a rough night entirely!" he observed airily. Nell gave a sudden quick little laugh with a queer end to it. "So it is!" she said, and her effort after cheerfulness gave the remark a surprised tone, as if she had not noticed before that the night was rough. Sheila Pat sat silent in her corner, her slim little body stiff and erect, a bag and a box clutched tight in her small arms. Afterwards, later that night, she found that her arms ached. There was desperation in that tight clutch of the bag and the box. Suddenly Mr. O'Brien spoke; he recognised the futility of ignoring what was in everyone's mind. "Well," he said, "a year soon passes, after all, and I hope we shall be back in about ten or eleven months." "But—but not—" came a watery stammer from Molly's corner, but Nell broke in hurriedly. "I—I wonder will you look different, dad?" "Oh, yes," her mother laughed the pretty laugh that was just like Nell's, "I shall be a horrid, stout old woman! Even Sheila Pat won't acknowledge me then!" Sheila Pat said nothing. Mrs. O'Brien squeezed Nell's fingers tightly. There was another silence. There was nothing to say. Everything had been said over and over again. The wind sent the rain beating angrily against the closed windows. The omnibus jolted and jarred over the road. A hoarse shout smote on their ears, and the driver's whip flicked one of the panes. Denis jumped up and let down the small window in front. Then shouting began; the wind howled derisively, drowning their voices
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Inside the hired omnibus there was a dead silence. Outside the rain lashed drearily against the window panes. From the corner where Molly sat there came a dismal, despairing sniffle, drowned, before its finish, by Denis's superlatively cheerful voice. "Sure, 'tis a rough night entirely!" he observed airily. Nell gave a sudden quick little laugh with a queer end to it. "So it is!" she said, and her effort after cheerfulness gave the remark a surprised tone, as if she had not noticed before that the night was rough. Sheila Pat sat silent in her corner, her slim little body stiff and erect, a bag and a box clutched tight in her small arms. Afterwards, later that night, she found that her arms ached. There was desperation in that tight clutch of the bag and the box. Suddenly Mr. O'Brien spoke; he recognised the futility of ignoring what was in everyone's mind. "Well," he said, "a year soon passes, after all, and I hope we shall be back in about ten or eleven months." "But—but not—" came a watery stammer from Molly's corner, but Nell broke in hurriedly. "I—I wonder will you look different, dad?" "Oh, yes," her mother laughed the pretty laugh that was just like Nell's, "I shall be a horrid, stout old woman! Even Sheila Pat won't acknowledge me then!" Sheila Pat said nothing. Mrs. O'Brien squeezed Nell's fingers tightly. There was another silence. There was nothing to say. Everything had been said over and over again. The wind sent the rain beating angrily against the closed windows. The omnibus jolted and jarred over the road. A hoarse shout smote on their ears, and the driver's whip flicked one of the panes. Denis jumped up and let down the small window in front. Then shouting began; the wind howled derisively, drowning their voices

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