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Yet it was not Gavan of the Greenwood Keep who held up his hand in sign of parley, but the Doomsman, Quinton Edge. "The maiden Issa," he said, speaking with a smooth insolence that made Constans set his teeth. "Give her safely to my hand and your goods and your lives shall go free of further damage.
Quietly she drew him back, for his struggles with Carew had left him weak as a child. He looked at her with crazed eyes. "The paper," he said, "for the love of God, the paper. I have to take it to Gavan. 'Twill win the case. The paper." She tried to pacify him, but nothing would do but that she should get the mysterious paper.
"I will abide by it," said Quinton Edge, with cool confidence. The half-circle opened and Issa stood before them; a mere child she looked in her simple slip of white and with her fair hair all unbound. A vague terror seized upon Sir Gavan. What was this question that he was about to ask of his daughter? Could there be other than the one answer? How quietly she stood there and waited.
Turner and Mr. Gavan, and last Mr. Fenwick all by himself. The minister whose name was Samuel Smith, as I learned later, and who was the Ordinary of Newgate, followed on foot, and behind him came the guards to close them all in.
The tipstaff waited cheerfully enough, until he heard the crack of a revolver-shot echo through the passages of the big boarding-house. Then he rushed upstairs to find that Gavan Blake had gone before another Court than the one that was waiting for him so anxiously. After the great case was over life at Kuryong went on its old round.
It would have been the wiser course to have communicated at once with Sir Gavan, but the latter, feeling somewhat indisposed, had retired early, and Constans hesitated to disturb him. Moreover, the boy stood in awe of his father, and of late a feeling of estrangement had been growing up between them.
That long-lost relation of yours, old Considine!" "I wish you did have him," said the lawyer. "He might come in very handy. With a big property like this to go for, they are nearly sure to have a try at it." Poss took heart at finding himself supported by this new champion. "Yes," he said. "Red Mick and Peggy are down at Gavan Blake's to-day.
He saw himself the hero of the hour: ever prompt to decide, he saddled a horse, and at once rode off to Kuryong to put the matter before her. While Gavan Blake was conferring with his clients, a very different sort of conference was being held at Kuryong.
I afterwards had a letter from him in reference to my "Irish in Britain," in which he said: "I saw long ago some of the little Irish books you published in Liverpool, and know you for an old and zealous worker in the national seed field." His son, George Gavan Duffy, is a solicitor, practising in London, and an active worker in the national cause.
A cheap bargain; but speak quickly, old man, these hounds of mine are not to be held in leash for long." The partisans on either side had fallen back, leaving the two leaders face to face. Sir Gavan plucked twice at his throat, where the veins stood out like cords, constricting the vocal passages so that he stuttered thickly as he spoke. "This this gallows-scape!" he stammered.
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