ABSTRACT
A boy passing by saw what had happened, and ran to the house, calling as he went to some workmen, who hastened to the place, where they heard the howling of the dogs. Ormond neither heard nor saw - till Moriarty said, ‘He must be carried home;’ and some one approaching to lift the body, Ormond started up, pushed the man back, without uttering a syllable - made a sign to Moriarty, and between them they carried the body home. Sheelah and the women came out to meet them, wringing their hands, and uttering loud lamentations. Ormond, bearing his burden as if insensible of what he bore, walked onward, looking at no one, answering none, but forcing his way straight into the house, and on - till they came to O’Shane’s bedchamber, which was upon the ground-floor - there laid him on his bed. The women had followed, and all those who had gathered on the way rushed in to see and to bewail. Ormond looked up, and saw the people about the bed, and made a sign to Moriarty to keep them away, which he did, as well as he could. But they would not be kept back - Sheelah, especially, pressed forward, crying loudly, till Moriarty, with whom she was struggling, pointed to Harry. Struck with his fixed look, she submitted at once. ‘Best leave him!’’ said she. She put every body out of the room before her, and turning to Ormond, said, they would leave him ‘a little space / of time till the priest should come, who was at a clergy dinner, but was sent for.’
