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"But the governor might not think as you do; he might not wish it sold." Mrs. Llyn was playing a bold, indeed a reckless game. She wanted to show Dyck there were others who would interest themselves in Sheila even if he, Dyck, were blotted from the equation; that the girl could look high, if her mind turned towards marriage.
"But the governor might not think as you do; he might not wish it sold." Mrs. Llyn was playing a bold, indeed a reckless game. She wanted to show Dyck there were others who would interest themselves in Sheila even if he, Dyck, were blotted from the equation; that the girl could look high, if her mind turned towards marriage.
How should he know that the girl was Erris Boyne's daughter? although there were times when some gesture of Boyne, some quick look, some lifting of the eyebrows, brought back the memory of Sheila Llyn, as it did now. Since Dyck left his old home he had seen her twice; once at Loyland Towers, and once at her home in Limerick.
"They are called, sir, the old and new bridge of Tai Hirion; at least we call them so." "And what do you call the ffrwd that runs beneath them?" "I believe, sir, it is called the river Twerin." "Do you know a lake far up there amidst the moors?" "I have seen it, sir; they call it Llyn Twerin." "Does the river Twerin flow from it?" "I believe it does, sir, but I do not know." "Is the lake deep?"
From the time he had taken the drink until he waked in the hands of the king's constables, he had no memory; but he was sure he had not killed Boyne. The fact that there was no blood on his sword was evidence. Nevertheless, he had been committed for trial. Mrs. Llyn was sorely troubled. She knew of her daughter's interest in Dyck Calhoun, and of Dyck's regard for Sheila.
The Eagle said, "I have been here for a great space of time, and when I first came hither, there was a rock here from the top of which I pecked at the stars every evening; and it has crumbled away, and now it is not so much as a span high. All that time I have been here, and I have never heard of the man for whom you inquire, except once when I went in search of food as far as Llyn Llyw.
I am one of them. Nevertheless, it will go hard with him, as the evidence is strong against him. He comes from your part of the country, and you will be concerned, of course. Sheila watched her mother reading, and saw that great emotion possessed her, though the girl could not know the cause. Presently, however, Mrs. Llyn, who had read the letter from her brother, made a joyful exclamation.
The old man took the two cups in one hand, and, reaching out the other, let Sheila's fingers fall upon his own. He slowly crooked his neck, and kissed her fingers with that distinction mostly to be found among those few good people who live on the highest or the lowest social levels, or in native tents. "Ah, please God we meet again! and that I be let to serve you, Miss Sheila Llyn.
Such are "Llyn y Morwynion," the Lake of the Maidens; "Rhyd y Bedd," the Ford of the Grave; "Bryn Cyfergyr," the Hill of Assault; and so on. But as these names could not have preceded the events to which they refer, the events themselves must be not unfrequently as old as the early settlement in the country.
Suddenly a passion of remorse roused him out of his semi-stupefaction. "Michael, Michael!" he said, his voice hoarse, broken. "Don't say such a thing! Are you sure?" Michael nodded. "I'm sure. I got it from one that's known Erris Boyne and his first wife and girl one that was a servant to them both in past days. He's been down to Limerick to see Mrs. Llyn and the beautiful daughter.
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