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"Anything else, my lord, anything in reason, but this I will not grant. This young man has a bad record a damned bad record. He was mixed up with the hanging of a yeoman in the north " "He was not," said Lord Dunseveric. "I hanged that man." "You hanged him," said General Clavering, Angrily, "and yet you come here asking favours of me. But there's more, plenty more, against this Neal Ward.
It was a request, in civil language enough, that he would meet General Clavering in the public room of the inn at nine o'clock, and that Maurice would accompany his father. General Clavering sat at the head of the table when Lord Dunseveric and Maurice entered. Three or four of the senior officers of the regular troops sat with him.
Captain Twinely drank his wine, bowed to the ladies, and then said "I come at an inconvenient hour, my lord. You have just dined and you have pleasant company, but I must crave your attention for a letter which I bring you. The king's business, my lord." Lord Dunseveric rose, and led the way to the library.
"The poor Marie, my poor sister," she said, when Lord Dunseveric, at the end of the long drive from Ballymoney, turned the horses up the bare avenue. To her maid, in the privacy of her bedroom, she opened her grief more fully. "I remember very well when my sister married, though I was but a little girl at the time, eight or perhaps nine years old.
"I will not argue these things with you now," said Lord Dunseveric, "my time is short. I would rather pray you to consider what the end of your conspiracy must be. If you succeed, and I do not believe you can succeed, you will deluge the country in blood. If your best hopes are realised, and you receive the help you hope for from abroad, you will make Ireland the cockpit of a European war.
"I have been met with insults and lies, lies known to be lies to you who speak them. I go, and I pray that we shall meet no more until the day when, in the light of God's judgment, you will be able to see what is in my heart and understand what is in your own." "Amen," said Micah Ward, "I bide the test." Lord Dunseveric bowed and walked to the door of the room.
"Who were the two men that were with you just now?" "The one of them," said Hope, "was Aeneas Moylin, a Catholic, and a friend of Charlie Teeling. He's a man that has done much to bring the Defender boys from County Down and Armagh into the society. He has a good farm of land near by Donegore." "And the other?" "The other you ought to know, Neal Ward. He's from Dunseveric.
They could have killed him easily as he stood there. They probably would have killed him if he had shown the smallest sign of fear. They knew perfectly well that he could not have marched them to Dunseveric House or anywhere else if they had chosen to resist. Nevertheless, they obeyed him. A rope was fetched from the saddle of one of the troopers.
He understood the hysterical passion which had dragged such words from him. "I am glad," he said, "that your friend is in no great danger, but that does not alter the truth of what I say. You are his prisoner, released on your parole, and you must present yourself to him when he calls for you at Dunseveric. Besides, Neal, you owe a duty to your father and to those at home who love you.
He is too old to fight, and when the other three men on my list are in prison he will have ceased to be dangerous. Further, your father, in his writings, has attacked, and, in my opinion, slandered me personally." "You mean in the Northern Star?" "Yes. In the series of articles called 'Letters of a Democrat, which are attributed, I think rightly, to your father." Lord Dunseveric paused.
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