You squeal "Yes!!! The Internet Archive has Geraldine of Desmond!" Then you dance happily around your office. (After that, you download it to your computer so that it can never escape you again...unlike that ILL copy, which you were unable to renew.)
Nevertheless, you express some puzzlement at finding the novel classed in "Americana," since it's written by a novelist from Limerick (who never emigrated, as far as you can tell) and published in London.
[And finally, you stop writing in second person. Or I stop writing in second person. Now, back to work!]