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The tap-room at the time was empty, and Ginty, lest her voice might be heard, went to the bar, from whence she herself brought in a glass of porter, and having taken her seat close to the partition, overheard the following conversation: "In half an hour he's to see you, then?" said Norton, repeating the words with a face of inquiry. "Yes, sir; in half an hour."
"I'll make a bargain with you, then. Set Ginty to work; let her find out your husband; get me the papers you spake of, and I'll tell you all about it." "With all my heart, father. I'm sure I don't care if you had them this minute. Let Ginty try her hand, and if she can succeed, well and good."
"We sail to-night, anyway," said Lord Dunseverick. "Ay, we do. I tell't Ginty. He's the captain of The McMunn Brothers, and a good man." "I've met him. In fact " "If you've met Ginty you've met a man who knows his business, though I wish he'd give over drinking whisky. However, he's a strong Protestant and a sound man, and you can't expect perfection." "Capital!" said Lord Dunseverick.
His discomfort reached a climax when Ginty received them at the door, passed Miss O'Dwyer on to the incompetent niece, and solemnly extracted the new shoes from their brown-paper parcel. Miss Goold stood chatting to Captain Quinn when Hyacinth entered the drawing-room. She moved forward to meet him, radiant and splendid, he thought, beyond imagination.
Maybe, the hand of G . I beg your pardon, sir, for a minute or two I'll be back immediately." He went down stairs, and found in the back parlor the woman named Ginty Cooper, the same fortune-teller and prophetess whom we have already described to the reader.
In front of him on the table were some papers, which he turned over and looked at from time to time. Beside him was Ginty, in his shirt sleeves, with his peaked cap pushed far back on his head. He sat with his elbows on the table. His chin, thrust forward, rested on his knuckles. He stared fixedly at the panelling on the opposite wall of the cabin.
Ginty, who had not lost a syllable of this dialogue, to whom, as the reader perhaps may suspect, it was no novelty, followed them at a safe distance, until she saw them enter the house.
I'd like oh, wouldn't I just like to send up a nice little basket of these left-over victuals to Ginty, 'with Mrs. Maxwell's regards."
"That is but natural in her, uncle," replied Corbet, "if you knew everything; but for the present you can't; nobody knows who he is, and that is a secret that must be kept." "Why," replied the pedagogue, "is he not a slip from the Black Baronet, and are not you, Ginty ?" "Whether the child you speak of," she replied, "is living or dead is what nobody knows."
"Quit it," said McMunn. "Quit it when I tell you. You cannot kill the man with your naked fists, and you'll break the furniture." Ginty drew a long coil of rope from a locker. He tied up Von Edelstein and laid him, a helpless figure, on the table. "It's my opinion," said McMunn, "that we'd better be getting out to sea." "I'm thinking the same," said Ginty. He went on deck.
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