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She determined, however, wrought up as she was to the highest state of excitement, to await, to watch, to listen. She did so. The carriage stopped at the usual place, the coachman came down and opened the door, and Mr. Folliard came out. After him, assisted by Mrs. Brown, came Helen, who was immediately conducted in between the latter and her father. In the meantime poor Ellen could only look on.
"I really don't understand you, Mr. Folliard. Excuse me, but it would seem to me that something has put you into no very agreeable humor to-day." "You don't understand me! Why, Sir Robert," replied the other, "I know you so well that if you heard the name of your rival you would first kill him, then powder him, and, lastly, eat him.
No; after this miserable sight, never shall my lips breathe one syllable of censure against you. Your punishment is too dreadful for that. But when I look upon her look upon her now oh, my God! what is this?" "Help the girl," said Mrs. Brown quickly, and with alarm. "Oh, she has fallen raise her up, Mr. Folliard. Oh, my God, Mrs. Hastings, what a scene is this!"
It appears that he saw your daughter and fell desperately in love with her, and knowin' your strong feeling against Catholics, he gave up all hopes of being made acquainted with Miss Folliard, or of getting into her company.
Folliard," said his lawyer, "you have had in your possession very valuable family jewels." "I had." "Whose property were they?" "Why, mine, I should think." "Could you identify them?" "Certainly I could." "Are these the jewels in question?" The old man put on his spectacles, and examined them closely. "They are; I know every one of them." "They were stolen from you?" "They were."
"Sir Robert, I know your plausibility and, upon my soul, I pay it a high compliment when I say it is equal to your cowardice." "Mr. Folliard, I can bear all this with patience, especially from you What's this?" he exclaimed, addressing the footman, who rushed into the room in a state of considerable excitement.
Folliard, in order, now that Reilly was out of the way, to propose an instant marriage with the Cooleen Bawn. He found the old man in a state very difficult to be described, for he had only just returned to the drawing-room from the strongly sentinelled chamber of his daughter. Indignation against Reilly seemed now nearly lost in the melancholy situation of the wretched Cooleen Bawn.
Folliard; I know nothing whatsoever about her, except that she was daughter to one of my tenants, who is besides a sergeant of dragoons." "Ay, yes, sir," replied the squire sarcastically; "and I tell you it was not for killing and eating the enemy that he was promoted to his seirgeantship. But I see your manoeuvre, Sir Robert; you wish to shift the conversation, and sleep in a whole skin.
"And did she not, at her death-bed, bequeath those very jewels to her daughter, the present Miss Folliard, on the condition that she too should consider them as her private property?" "Why, I believe she did; indeed, I am sure of it, because I was present at the time." "In what part of the house were those jewels deposited?" "In a large oak cabinet that stands in a recess in my library."
No one, I tell! you, likes a persecutor. Still, I say, I'll try what I can do with the grand jury. I'll see my friends and yours if you have any now; make out a list of them in a day or two and you may rest assured that I will leave nothing undone to extricate you." "Thank you, Mr. Folliard; but do you know why I am here?" "To be sure I do." "No, you don't, sir.
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