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"No," replied M'Gowan, for such was the prophet's name, "not to you; to none but herself can I give the marks an' tokens that will enable her to know the man that is to be her husband when she sees him; and to herself, in the mornin', I will, before I go that is if she'll allow me for what is written in the dark book ought to be read and expounded. Her beauty an' her goodness will do it all!"
"But, then we have Sarah M'Gowan," she replied, "who came, as few would none livin' this day, I think, barrin' yourself and her to stay with us, and to do anything that she can do for us all. May God for ever bless her! for short as the time is, I think she has saved some of our lives Condy's without a doubt." Mave turned towards Sarah, and, as she looked upon her, the tears started to her eyes.
Mave, in the mean time, could scarcely bear to look upon him; and it was quite clear from her manner that she had, since their last mysterious interview, once more fallen back into those feelings of strong aversion with which she had regarded him at first. M'Gowan saw this, and without much difficulty guessed at the individual who had been instrumental in producing the change.
There were but four persons within: that is to say, her lover, his sister Nancy, Mary the invalid, and Sarah M'Gowan.
"M'Gowan," said his companion, "this is a dreadful business. As yet you have said nothing, and from what I see, I advise you to reflect before you proceed further in it. I think I can guess the nature of your secret; but even if you went to my father, he would tell you, that you are not bound to criminate yourself."
Ah, Sarah M'Gowan, an' I loved my fellow-creatures then, too, like a fool as I was: loved, ay, loved; an' she that I so loved proved false to me proved an adulteress; an' I tell you now, that it may harden your heart against the world, that that woman my wife that I so loved, an' that so disgraced me, was your mother."
I. The Murders in the Glen The cabin of Donnel M'Gowan, the Black Prophet, stood at the foot of a hill, near the mouth of a gloomy and desolate glen. In this glen, not far from the cabin, two murders had been committed twenty years before. The one was that of a carman, and the other a man named Sullivan; and it was supposed they had been robbed. Neither of the bodies had ever been found.
To which Hanlon replied, that "he had been thinkin' about that, an' had some talk, this mornin', wid a man that's livin' a long time indeed, that was born a little above the place, an' he says that the Black Prophet, or M'Gowan, did not come to the neighborhood till afther the murdher."
Come in, you old scoundrel, I'm not angry with you; I want to speak to you, at all events." "It's not him, sir; it's only Donnel M'Gowan, the Black Prophet, that wants some law business." "Send him to the devil for law business What brings him here now? Tell him he shall have neither law nor justice from me. Did you send to his brother-in-law? May be he's there?" "We did, sir.
The woman hitherto known as Nelly M'Gowan, and supposed to be the Prophet's wife now made her appearance. "Will you state to the gentlemen of the jury what you know about this box?" Our readers are partially aware of her evidence with respect to it. We shall, however, briefly recapitulate her account of the circumstance.
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