"He's not killed?" she
whispered, as if she could not breathe, and the figure swayed a little.
"Divil a bit! They got it wrong entirely. It was that dirty spalpeen av
a Podds."
"Are you sure?" said Leonore, pleadingly. "You are not deceiving me?"
"Begobs," said Dennis, "do yez think Oi could stand here wid a dry eye
if he was dead?"
Leonore put her head on Dennis's shoulder, and began to sob softly. For
a moment Dennis looked aghast at the results of his speech, but suddenly
his face changed. "Shure," he whispered, "we all love him just like
that, an that's why the Blessed Virgin saved him for us."
Then Leonore, with tears in her eyes, said, "I felt it," in the most
joyful of voices. A voice that had a whole _Te Deum_ in it.
"Won't you let me see him?" she begged. "I won't wake him, I promise
you."
"That yez shall," said Dennis. "Will yez take my arm?" The four passed
within the lines. "Step careful," he continued. "There's pavin' stones,
and rails, and plate-glass everywheres.
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