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Updated: June 23, 2025
Only mark me, Erris Boyne, I'll put my sword into your heart. You understand into your filthy heart!" At that moment the door of the room opened, and a face looked in for an instant-the face of old Swinton, the landlord of the Harp and Crown. Suddenly Boyne's look changed. He burst into a laugh, and brought his fists down on the table between them with a bang.
That there had been no duel was clear from the fact that Erris Boyne's sword was undrawn. The charge, however, on the instigation of the Attorney-General, who was grateful for the information about France, had been changed from murder to manslaughter; though it seemed clear that Boyne had been ruthlessly killed by a man whom he had befriended.
A kinder feeling now took hold of Sheila. After all, what this woman had done gave happiness into her Sheila's-hands. It relieved Dyck Calhoun of shame and disgrace. A jail-bird he was still, but an innocent jail-bird. He had not killed Erris Boyne. Besides, it wiped out forever the barrier between them. All her blind devotion to the man was now justified. His name and fame were clear.
When Dyck had told her first, she had shivered with anger and shame but anger and shame had gone. Only one thing gave her any comfort the man who knew Erris Boyne was a traitor, and could profit by telling it, held his tongue for her own sake, kept his own counsel, and went to prison for four years as the price of his silence.
They had been, estranged ever since; but the time had come when Dyck must at least secure the credit of his father's name at his bank to find the means of living. It was with this staring him in the face that Erris Boyne's company seemed to offer at least a recovery of his good spirits.
My father will not see me starve in prison, nor want for defence, though my attitude shall be 'no defence. So bring me decent food and some clothes, and send to me here Will McCormick, the lawyer. He's as able a man as there is in Dublin. Listen, Michael, you're not to speak of Mrs. Llyn and Miss Llyn as related to Erris Boyne.
"I'm damned sorry we had to fight at all. Good-bye!" "There's many a government has made a mess of things in Ireland," said Erris Boyne; "but since the day of Cromwell the Accursed this is the worst. Is there a man in Ireland that believes in it, or trusts it?
"I don't believe they can do it, master. Dublin and Ireland think more of you than they did of Erris Boyne. There's nothing behind you except the wildness of youth nothing at all. If anny one had said to me at Playmore that you'd do the things you've done with drink and cards since you come to Dublin, "I'd have swore they were liars.
Erris Boyne had slapped her face on the morning of the day when he met Dyck Calhoun in the hour of his bad luck. He did not see the look in her face as he left the house. Ruthless as he was, he realized the time had come when by bold effort he might get young Calhoun wholly into his power. He began by getting Dyck into the street.
"I don't believe they can do it, master. Dublin and Ireland think more of you than they did of Erris Boyne. There's nothing behind you except the wildness of youth nothing at all. If anny one had said to me at Playmore that you'd do the things you've done with drink and cards since you come to Dublin, I'd have swore they were liars.
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