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Her brother's intelligence respecting the situation of the Daltons, as well as of Sarah M'Gowan, saved Mave a long explanation to her parents for the act of having parted with her hair.
So, on the information of Donnel M'Gowan, and a man called Roddy Duncan, who was deep in the Prophet's subtle villainies, the skeleton was dug up, and old Condy Dalton arrested. "It's the will of God!" replied the old man, when the police-officers entered his unhappy dwelling, and charged him with the murder of Bartholomew Sullivan. "It's God's will, an' I won't consale it any longer.
There," he added, fixing it upon them; "it helps to keep you warm at any rate; an' it's surely betther to have it so employed than hangin' idle, as I said, against the wall." M'Gowan immediately sat up in the bed, and putting down his hands, removed the coat. "We don't want it at all," he replied; "take it away, Jerry do, for heaven's sake.
The fellow besides, was by no means ill-looking, nor ill-made, but just had enough of that kind of face and figure which no one can readily either find fault with or praise. This gallant and Sally M'Gowan, were in fact, the life of the meeting; and Sally, besides, had the reputation of being a great favorite with him a circumstance which considerably diminished her popularity with her own sex.
"Don't say so," replied Mave, "I care about you, an' it's only now that people is beginning to know you but that's not all, Sarah, if it's any consolation to you to know it know it Condy Dalton loves you ay, loves you, Sarah M'Gowan you may take my word for that I am certain this day that what I say is true." "Loves me!" she exclaimed. "Loves you," repeated Mave, "is the word, an I have said it."
"Sarah M'Gowan," said she, "you are fond of truth, an' you are right; I can't find words to thank you for doin' what you did, God bless and reward you!" She extended her hand as she spoke, but Sarah put it back. "No," said she, indignantly, "never from you; above all that's livin' don't you thank me.
"Let these two men be taken into custody," said the judge, "and let an indictment for perjury be prepared against them, and sent to the grand jury forthwith." "My lord," proceeded the counsel, "we are, we think, in a capacity to establish a much graver charge against M'Gowan a charge of murder, my lord, discovered, under circumstances little short of providential."
It was at this stage of the comedy of errors that Moody, Begbie, and Mayne came on the scene. At first M'Gowan showed truculence and assailed Moody; but when he saw the force of engineers and bluejackets and saw the big gun hoisted ashore, he apologized, paid his fine for the assault, and invited the officers to a champagne dinner on Hill's Bar.
He then gave her a more detailed account of his conversation with Sarah M'Gowan, and the singular turn which it chanced to take towards the subject of the handkerchief, in the first instance; but when the coincidence of the letters were mentioned, together with Sarah's admission that she had the box in her possession, she clasped her hands, and looking upwards exclaimed
I won't detain you long, for I haven't much to say, and if I don't say it now, it may be too late." "What the deuce, M'Gowan!" said Dick, "speak, to the young woman you don't know but she may have something of importance to say to you."
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