The home of my ancestors.
“The top of the morning to you, Terence,” cried the major, looking down upon me from the window of his bedroom.
I was standing in front of the castle of Ballinahone—the seat of the O’Finnahans, my ancestors—on the banks of the beautiful Shannon, enjoying the fresh air of the early morning.
“Send Larry up, will you, with a jug of warm water for shaving; and, while I think of it, tell...
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