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He looked about the room, and inquired for Dulcimer, who soon made his appearance. "Dandy," said he, for he had known him very well in Ballytrain, "will you be angry with me if I ask you a question? Dandy, I am a gentleman, and you will not treat me ill." "I would be glad to see the villain that 'ud dare to do it, Mr. Fenton," replied Dandy, a good deal moved, "much less to do it myself."

Gillespie having put the bottle of strong spirits into his pocket, wrapped a great coat about him, and, by a subsequent hint from Sir Thomas, tied a large handkerchief across his face, in order the better to conceal his features, and set out on his way to Ballytrain.

Fenton had no fixed residence, nor any available means of support, save the compassionate and generous interest which the inhabitants of Ballytrain took in him, in consequence of those gentlemanly manners which he could assume whenever he wished, and the desolate position in which some unknown train of circumstances had unfortunately placed him.

While speaking she whipped out the ramrod, and, making the experiment found, that it was empty. "Ah," she exclaimed, "you desateful old tyrant: and so you came down blusterin' and bullyin', and frightenin' your child into compliance, with a pair of empty pistols! By the life in my body, if I had you in Ballytrain, I'd post you."

"The coach passes through the town of Ballytrain, does it not?" "It does, sir." "At what hour do we arrive there?" "About half-past three in the morning sir." The stranger made no reply, but cast his eyes over the aspect of the surrounding country. The night was calm, warm, and balmy.

Sit down here for a few minutes, I'll go home with you; we can get the stamp in Ballytrain, on our way, ay, and draw up the bill there too; indeed we can and we will too; so not a syllable against it. You know I must have my will, and that I'm a raging lion when opposed."

The moon had now been for some time up, and the coach had just crossed a bridge that was known to be exactly sixteen miles from the town of which the stranger had made inquiries. "I think," said the latter, addressing the guard, "we are about sixteen miles from Ballytrain." "You appear to know the neighborhood, sir," replied the guard.

"Yes, your honor; he is half-mad, or whole mad, as a good many people think." "I am told he is fond of liquor." "He is seldom sober, Sir Thomas." "Will you go into Ballytrain, and try to see him? But first see the butler, and desire him, by my orders, to give you a bottle of whiskey. I don't mean this moment, sirra," he said, for Gillespie was proceeding to take him instantly at his word.

"I saw him, madam; but it is impossible to get anything out of him. That he is wrapped in some deep mystery is unquestionable. I got a letter, however, from an amiable Roman Catholic clergyman, the parish priest of Ballytrain, to a man named Dunphy, who lives in a street called Constitution Hill, on the north side of the city."

It would have been very inconvenient to me to have been apprehended and probably cast into prison at a time when I had so many interests to look after; and, indeed, not the least of my motives was the fear of precipitating your father's enmity against Lady Gourlay's son, by discovering that I, who am her nephew, should have been seen about the town of Ballytrain, where, when a boy, I had spent a good deal of my early life.

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