Excerpt from Daireen The Macnamara threw back his head, clasped his hands over his bosom, and gazed up to the cobwebs of the oak ceiling. My sires - shades of the Macnamaras and the o'dermots, visit not the iniquity of the children upon the fathers, he exclaimed. And then there came a solemn pause which the hereditary monarch felt should impress his son deeply; but the son was not deceived into fancying that his father was overcome with emotion he knewvery well that his father was only thinking how with dignity he could extricate himself from his awkward chair, and so he was not deeply affected. My boy, my boy, the father murmured in a weak voice, after his apostrophe to the shades of the ceiling, what do you mean to do Keep nothing secret from me, Standish I'll stand by you to the last. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.