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Updated: May 31, 2025
The words were sung very softly, but Neal recognised the voice at once. He turned at the second line and gazed in open-eyed astonishment at the singer. "Ay, it's just me, just Peg MacIlrea." She smiled up at him as she spoke. "But, Peg, how could you do it? Peg, if I'd only known. Why did you come?" "It wasna right. It wasna maidenly. If that's what you want to be saying to me, Neal Ward.
The murder of Peg MacIlrea had made him so furiously angry that he cared nothing about his own safety. His escape from Antrim was a matter of satisfaction mainly because it seemed to afford him another opportunity for fighting. He neither attempted to weigh the chances of success nor considered the uselessness of continuing the struggle.
The earths are all stopped. We'll have a fine burst, and kill the vermin in the end." Neal stood upright. "I surrender to you, Captain Twinely. I surrender as a prisoner of war." It seemed to him the only chance of saving Peg MacIlrea. It was just possible that the yeomen would be satisfied with one prisoner. "By God," said the captain, "if it isn't that damned young Ward again.
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