Identifier: luttrellarran00leve (find matches)
Title: Luttrell of Arran
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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s. It is statelier to be Katherine, said Grenfell, gravely. And she gave a nod of haughty acknowledgment that almost pro-voked a smile from him. That mountain is Caub na Dhaoul, the Devils Nightcap;whenever he takes it off, theres a storm at sea; and theres Kil-macrcenon, where the Bradleys was killed; and thats Strathmore,where the gold mines is. And are there really gold mines there ? Ay, if one had leave from the devil to work them; but it wasonly old Luttrell ever got that, and he paid for it. Tell me the story, child; I never heard it. The girl here seated herself on a knoll directly in front of them,and, with a demure air, and some of that assumed importance shehad possibly seen adopted by story-tellers, she began, in a tone andwith a fluency that showed she was repeating an oft-told tale: There was one of the Luttrclls once that was very rich, and agreat man every way, but he spent all Ids money trying to be greaterthan the Kmg, for whatever the King did Luttrell would do twice
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i^JfU/y^a^/z^^^y^i^^^^ THE LEGEND OF LUTXEELL AKD THE , 75 as grand, and for one great feast the King wovJd give, Luttrellwould give two, and lie came at last to be ruined entirely; and of allhis fme houses and lands nothing was left to him but a Little cabinon Strathmore, where his herd used to live. And there he went andlived as poor as a labourui man; indeed, except that hed maybecatch ft few fish or shoot something, he had nothing but potatoes allthe year round. Well, one day, as he was wanderin about verylow and sorrowfiJ, he came to a great cave on the hill-side, with alittle well of clear water inside it; and he sat down for the sake ofthe shelter, and began to thiiiTc over old times, when he had houses,and horses, and fine clothes, and jewels. Whod ever have thought,says he, that it would come to this with me; that Id be sittinupon a rock, with nothing to drink but water ? And he took someup in the hollow of his hand and tasted it; but when he finished, hesaw there was some fi

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