MURDOCK'S WOOING.
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up, ye ould corncrake!" was lost in our shouts of "Good-bye!" as we waved our hats. Looking back, we saw Norah's hands waving as she stood with her father's arm around her, and her head laid back against his shoulder, whilst the yellow moonlight bathed them from head to foot in a sea of celestial light.
And then we sped on through the moonlight and the darkness alike, for the clouds of the coming rain rolled thick and fast across the sky.
But for me the air was all aglow with rosy light, and the car was a chariot flying swiftly to the dawn!
