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Updated: May 6, 2025
He had reached the crossroads that ran about half-way between Constitution Cottage and Castle Cumber, when! he met, just where the road turned to M'Clutchy's, a woman named Poll Doolin, accompanied, as she mostly was, by her son a poor, harmless, idiot, named Raymond; both of whom were well known throughout the whole parish.
Nell Doolin had had a glowing complexion, but there was always a lot of powder stuck on, and when you investigated closely, as Peter had done, you discovered muddy spots in the edges of her hair and on her throat. But Mrs. Godd's skin shone just as the skin of a goddess would be expected to shine, and everything about her was of a divine and compelling opulence.
He accordingly heard from his cousin, and from several others, while in prison, such details of the particulars, and such an authentic list of the persons who were present, many of whom, owing to the ingenious malignity of Poll Doolin, were friendly and favorable to the family that he privately sent for them, and on comparing the narratives one with the other, he found the harmony among them so strong, that he gave up all thoughts of her, save such as recurred involuntarily to his mind with indignation and anguish.
Poll Doolin, now seeing that her idiot son was safe, and feeling that she was indebted for his life to the son of that man on whom she is said by many to have wreaked such a fearful vengeance, through the ruined reputation of his only daughter, now approached the young man, and with her features deeply convulsed by a sense probably of her obligation to him, she stretched out her hand, 'John M'Loughlin, said she, 'from this day out may God prosper me here and hereafter, if I'm not the friend of you and yours!
Mary started on hearing this account of Poll Doolin, for she felt now that the interviews she held with her were calculated to heighten her disgrace, when taken in connection with the occurrence of the night. Her brothers, however, who knew her truth and many virtues, joined their parents in comforting and supporting her, but without the success which they could have wished.
The development, by Poll Doolin, of the diabolical plot against Mary M'Loughlin's character, so successfully carried into effect by Phil and Poll herself, took a deadly weight off Harman's heart.
About dusk, on the evening of that day, Poll Doolin having put on her black bonnet, prepared to go out upon some matter of a private nature, as was clearly evident by her manner, and the cautious nature of all her movements. Raymond, who eyed her closely, at length said "Take care now don't harm them." "Them!" replied Poll, "who do you mean by them?"
He will ask you to do nothing that is wrong or improper in itself; but as you love your own family as you value Harman's life let him act according to his own way, for he knows them he has to deal with best." "Wo wo heavy and bitter betide you, Poll Doolin, if you are now deceiving me, or prompting mo to do anything that is improper!
You were merely wrong in not letting us know the conversation that took place between Poll Doolin and you; because, although you did not know it, we could have told you that Poll is a woman that no modest female ought to speak to in a private way. There was your error, Mary; but the heart was right with you, and there's no one here going to blame you for a fault that you didn't know to be one."
"Harman, my dear fellow," said Hickman, "we understand you, we respect your feelings, and we sympathize with you but, in the meantime, do see and hear this woman." He had scarcely uttered the words when the servant entered, stating that she was at the door. "Let her come in," said Harman; "let the vile wretch come in." "And, do you, John, withdraw," said Hickman. Poll Doolin entered.
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