'I'm frightened to see him,' says she, 'and wouldn't nor couldn't stay
in it; and what use? He can't last till the morning.' With that she ran
off. There was none but my shister and myself left near him of all the
many friends he had.
The fever came and went, and came and went, and lasted five days, and
the sixth he was sensible for a few minutes, and said to me, knowing me
very well, 'I'm in a burning pain all withinside of me, Thady.' I could
not speak, but my shister asked him would he have this thing or t'other
to do him good? 'No,' says he, 'nothing will do me good no more,' and
he gave a terrible screech with the torture he was in; then again a
minute's ease--'brought to this by drink,' says he. 'Where are all the
friends?--where's Judy? Gone, hey? Ay, Sir Condy has been a fool all his
days,' said he; and there was the last word he spoke, and died. He had
but a very poor funeral after all.
If you want to know any more, I'm not very well able to tell you; but
my Lady Rackrent did not die, as was expected of her, but was only
disfigured in the face ever after by the fall and bruises she got; and
she and Jason, immediately after my poor master's death, set about going
to law about that jointure; the memorandum not being on stamped paper,
some say it is worth nothing, others again it may do; others say Jason
won't have the lands at any rate; many wishes it so.
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